The momentum of the mind can be vexingly, involuntarily capricious.

One plus one equals both.

The melody faded like a rainbow after a storm, or like winds calming down at last; and what was left was calm, and possibility, and relief.

I hate New Year's Eve. One more chance to remember that you haven't yet done what you wanted. And to pretend it doesn't matter.

I do love to sing. Had I a longer set of thigh bones and a sweeter voice, I should have loved to be a performer.

That's all I want- to do no harm.

...I dabble in causes and effects.