No Pasaran!

 

My Last Night in Michigan

 Last night I dreamt about the girl I once loved from Petoskey. How fucked up is that? I haven't seen her in fifteen years, yet she still haunts me like a ghost. 

a sight to stir the dullest blood

 

Quebec City

"It was in January. A light, sticky snow had fallen irresolutely, at intervals, all day. Toward evening the weather changed; the sun emerged, just sinking over the great pine forest to the west, hung there, an angry ball, and all the snow-covered rock blazed in orange fire. The sun became a half-circle, then a mere red eyebrow, then dropped behind the forest, leaving the air clear blue, and much colder, with a pale lemon moon riding high overhead. There was no wind, it was a night of still moonlight, and within an hour after sunset the wet snow had frozen fast over roofs and spires and trees. Everything on the rock was sheathed in glittering white ice. It was a sight to stir the dullest blood."

Willa Cather

Shadows on the Rock