Sometimes you want to be in the mood
for a good time and instead all you want is
a cup of tea and a book of poetry.
Tonight was one of those nights.
I have been in a reading frenzy.
I cant seem to stop.
I love it.
Also I have drunk more milk in the past week then in the whole 6 months before.
Its like when I was a young girl with gangly, long legs. As they grew they would ache and I would drink milk and lay with them extended high into the air. Sometimes my mom would rub them.
Maybe this is just another kind
of growing pains.