What a lovely way with words, is that the way you see the world? Walt Whitman once said that every moment of light and dark was a miracle. Sunsets and the moon crashes into everything, I wish the world would be more mysterious sometimes. I want to make love to the sounds of stormy weather. Again today, the fog is permeating the city and I crave to curl up under the sheets and play hide-away. drifting off today to another location, a place in which i can wander from room to room, leaving behind trails of sheer scent.