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Moon over Makemake…from Astronomy Picture of the Day. This is so cool…it doesn’t evenlook real.

http://apod.nasa.gov/apod/astropix.html

Strange day…Miles and Lexi…Part 8

Fluffed out to twice her size, KiKi hit the window liked a battering ram. She climbed up one side of the drapes and hung there hissing and clawing at the glass.

Lexi let go of Miles and ran to her.  “KiKi, what’s the matter?” she shouted, trying to grab the hysterical cat.

“They’re searching for me,” said Miles.  “She probably saw one of them looking through the pane.

“Who’s searching for you?” asked Lexi, prying the cat’s claws off the drape and pulling them closed.

“The Watchers.  There are Watchers who watch everything.  They keep things as they are, so no matter how hard anyone, or anything tries, they can never change what is.  They watch me to make sure that I never escape.  They watch humans to make sure they are never free or truly happy.  If I’m gone too long they come looking for me.  If humans get too happy they start a war, or a plague, anything that will make them more miserable and afraid.”

“How is that possible?” asked Lexi.

“What do you mean?”

“Can’t someone get rid of them?”

“A lot of species have tried.  Those species are now extinct.”

“No.”

“No?”

“There has to be a way to get rid of them,” said Lexi, angrily.

“Let me know when you come up with something.”

“Your tattoos are moving,” she said, running her hands down his arms.

“They’re gearing up for a fight.”

“As long as it’s not with me,” she smiled and kissed him lightly.  “What are you going to do about the people who are waiting to die?”

“I’m retiring.”

“Will there be a party?  A gold watch?”

“More like imprisonment and cold iron.”

“But Faeries are allergic to cold iron.  It burns them and causes horrific pain.”

“That’s why they’ll do it,” he said.  “And how do you know things like that?”

“I read.”

“It’s more than that.”

“I extrapolate from what I read.”

“Keep going.”

“If you insist,” she said, kissing the palm of his hand, then licking her way up to his shoulder.  “You taste like cotton candy,” she snickered.  “The pink kind.”

“I’ve never had cotton candy,” he whispered, putting his arm around her shoulders.  “Don’t look toward the window, just grab KiKi and hold on to me.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Spring…

spring
is
dragging
her
feet

 

I
think
she
must
have
been
hanging
around
with
fall
while
she
was
away
for
the
winter

 

green
things
are
starting
to
grow
but
there’s
a
cold
chill
in
the
air
and
it’s
dark
raw
and
damp
outside

 

she
does
that
some
years

 

just
stops
in
for
a
week
or
two
before
handing
things
over
to
summer

 

Snack time…(2 pictures)

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It’s staying light longer and the possum is used to it being dark a lot earlier.  The sweet baby comes around six and eats whatever is around.  She, or her family members, also come back when it’s dark.  Emmie doesn’t mind that she’s around.  They don’t bother each other at all.  A crow landed, while they were snacking, but flew away when he saw both of them.  Possums eat ticks so they are nice to have in the garden.

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Image

Pink carnation…

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Nature…

she
walked
along
the
seashore
picking
up
small
shells
and
admiring
their
beauty

 

some
she
dropped
into
her
pocket
to
add
to
the
collection
she
kept
in
an
old
clear
Mason
jar
on
her
desk

 

the
sun
danced
across
the
water
and
warmed
her
skin
as
the
gulls
called
their
raucous
greetings

 

barefoot
her
wet
feet
sank
into
the
sand
and
made
her
feel
alive

 

the
warm
breeze
tousled
her
hair
and
as
she
inhaled
the
fine
salty
air
she
knew
that
she
was
exactly
where
she
was
supposed
to
be

 

lost
in
the
beauty
of
Nature

 

 

 

At their peak, no civilization ever thinks they will end up like this…but they do.

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Picture from Pixabay

Ginger…

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Ginger napping in the yard.

Strange day…Miles and Lexi…part 7

“Cats,” said Lexi, tearing long sheets off a roll of paper towels.

“Do you need any help?” he asked.

“No thank you.  I’m quite good at cleaning up fur balls,” she said, staring at KiKi, who was busy washing her face with her right paw.

“While I’m with you, no one in the world is dying.”

“What?”

“I’m out of the office.”

“But people have to die.”

“They don’t actually, it’s just that a lot of them don’t want to live any longer.”

“If they don’t die there will be an enormous amount of suffering.”

“But that’s what people come here to do, right?   Humans believe suffering makes them stronger, even better.”

“That’s just what they tell themselves so they can get through the day.  You can’t just quit your job.  People depend on you to help them.”

“I’m tired,” he said.

“Who isn’t?”

“This is the first day I’ve ever ever taken off,” he said, looking at the tattoos on his hands.

“That’s because people never stop dying.”

“No kidding,” he chuckled.

“How long have you been doing this?”

“Way before your species came onto the scene.”

“No wonder your tired.”

“Believe it.”

“Do you ever visit Faerie?”

“I’ve dropped in once or twice.”

“And?”

“And nothing.  I don’t belong there.  I don’t belong anywhere.”

“You belong right here,” she said, softly.

He laughed because she sounded so sure of herself.  “It doesn’t work that way.”

“It can work anyway we want it to work.”

“You can’t possibly believe that,” he said, looking at her.

“I liked kissing a lot better than talking about this stuff.”

“Me too,” he said, his eyes turning bright silver.

“What about all the people who want to die?”

“They’ll just have to wait,” he said, moving toward her, holding out his hand.  “Dance with me.”

The minute their bodies touched they both let out a sigh.  Lost in the music and each other, they didn’t noticed what was staring at them through the living room window.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Quick watercolor pencil drawing…

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I just did this while I was on the phone:)

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