A Reprise

Legend is ... my favorite movie right now. I never liked it so much as I liked it now. It has come of age for me. I am inspired, in every way. The way that it metaphorically depicts loss of innocence and maturity reaches my deepest heart.

Cassandra's heart turned over with excitement as she stepped from the bus onto the smooth paved streets. Drommende was a wilderness, but Cristalle was a metropolis. On this typical Monday morning, people dressed in business attire walked the streets, stopped at coffee vendors to order lattes and breakfast pastries. Cassandra remembered the coffee shop where she had had her interview with Dr. Thorn and wondered if it would be close to her laboratory. She would like to be able to go there frequently. With written instructions curled tightly in her hand, she entered the high-rise building before her. The lower rooms were walled with floor to ceiling windows, and morning light filled them with overwhelming brightness. Solar panels lined the walls to power computers and other equipment. "May I help you, miss?" A guard standing in the hall smiled at her in a friendly way. "I'm looking for the elevator." He gestured with a quick movement down the hallway. ...

As she lifted the scissors to cut, a larger hand wrapped around hers. Cassandra withdrew with a cry. "Kell! I didn't see you come in." He took the scissors away. "I take it you got the job." "I did," she said crisply. "Return my scissors to me." "Not if you intend to cut off your hair. What do you mean by this nonsense?" "I can't have long hair in the laboratory. It might catch fire or something." "Look there." He guided her to the window. Below them lay the scattered remains of a centuries-old city park. The benches were near invisible due to growth, while the pond had extended far beyond its original boundaries. Ducks floated serenely on its surface. "We played as children. Do you remember how you prized your hair?" Cassandra laughed a little drily. "Of course. I insisted all my powers as princess lay in my hair. I was haughty. unworthy of the friendship of you and your sister." ...

He wore a waistcoat of dulled black satin and a crushed red velvet vest. His top hat was adorned with a collection of tattered silk roses such as might have been found at someone's grave. Over his shoulder was a sack not half full of his burden, and not very heavy. He whistled and nodded to passersby who were too far in proximity to notice the speculation in his wine-colored eyes. He availed himself of the secret entrance to the underground establishment of his pack, and slung the sack the ground in the entry way. "What news, Lady Cassandra," he called in the practiced tone of a ring leader. "Come and get the post." Cassandra hurried at the sound of his call, rushed to his side before Kell or any other could interfere with the post. "Is there a letter for me?" "There is," he drawled. Cassandra slit the envelope with her fingernail and quickly withdrew the contents. She remained silent as she slowly moved to the window, growing more stil...

Another day of rain... My garden will love this. We bought a couch and love seat today... drove it home in the rain. Now I have to get some reviews done, with black tea and coconut M&M's. Keeping the dream alive, bidding on a 1935 cross stitch pattern and myriad dress patterns. I realized today that I am not comfortable with excessive ruffles And bows. It was a groundbreaking realization as far as my dressmaking. I hope the chickens are okay... I see no sign of them.

so hard and delicious and wonderfully. It does not rain much here so it is always a shock when I hear it on the roof. I ate so much at the pot luck. It was so much fun... I cleaned out the hen house when I got home, and I really wanted to plant my bulbs but I could see it was going to rain. I ate a little of everything, but it turned out to be a whole lot. And I laughed until I cried. I never laugh at work, and I was very conscious of this and tried to shut it up but I couldn't stop. Yesterday we walked around town, and I must say Arlington does not have a lot in the way of historical buildings. The Berachah Home for Erring Girls made me think of Emilie Autumn... On one plaque there was a photo of Victorian women in some society. They all had dark hair and were dressed in white. The women wore long white gowns, all wonderfully differentiated in what I could tell was exquisite lace or little boots, with their hair so dark in a loose bouffant, and it was all exquisite.

that I will have from my favorite coffee house (in this region). Because they are closing tomorrow. I can't believe it. Farewell Coffee Haus. . http://www.downtownroasters.blogspot.com/