and i feel a pull to the blue velvet dark and stars

So, have been functioning and not functioning in rather dizzying succession, and have been mostly scanning the internet in a sort of haze and not getting anything done. (Sounding familiar yet?) The good news is that I saw Serenity and it was fantastic (and I really really do need to say something more concrete about both Firefly and Serenity eventually...another one of those things I Am Going To Do Later. Actually, probably when my laptop comes home. Then I can, you know, write about Simon's waistcoats when I should be sleeping.)

So, in lieu of an actual post, here's some music I've been listening to lately.

( there are lots of cellos in here, oddly enough. )

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Today it was windy and rainy and dark, and a few hours ago I slipped out of the house with my cloak on and ran around outside staring at the trees, blazing in orange and gold -- the two great orange trees across from our parking lot have carpeted the road with leaves. And it was dusk and the clouds were so thick and dark and stormy and there was rain of water and rain of leaves and it was perfect. The world rarely looks the way it seems to in photographs and films, but tonight glimmered with the sorts of lights and shadows and contrasts that you don't believe exist. I ran barefoot up the back road and along the base of the hill and the wind whipped me round and I was gloriously chilly and wet. The rest of the day was unexceptional, but this evening made it magical.