Fingers get habits - have memories of their own.
November at its best - with a sort of delightful menace in the air.
a sarcastic expression, on a beast, is far more sinister than rage.
the breeze brought us a faint sound, as of a distant rat, a huge and mystic rat, gnawing, maybe, at the horizon!
How different a loved and familiar spot appears, when viewed with the eye of probable guests.
timeliness is an enemy to art.