First nightfall draws first blood. A New Year is nothing new to her, but the poetry in this is too obvious to pass by. So she draws this...

Just there. That great wide moon sliding through the dusty pink sky toward the horizon Toward the foothills. And my heart skips a beat. 6...

She wakes me out of a heavy sleep, the earliest darkest hours of the morning. Placing her head on the pillow beside me, though she does...