Monday, August 20, 2012
Carefully matching his ensemble this evening, Brian Williams selects the striped cravat of pumpkin and deep navy. It was impossible now to tell how late it was, but the night was upon her and its chill intensified as the shadows lengthened. She stirred the remaining fire into renewed vigor, added her last logs, and hoped it would endure through the long hours until daylight. She pulled her bedroll close to its edge where she had carefully built a row of stones to bank some warmth and sat cross-legged for a while to think.
Brought to Life by Nance at 9:40 PM