Sublime

disposition

She’s the Marianne to my Elinor, the Meg Ryan to my Parker Posey. She is also my absolute favorite person on the planet.

A warm sunlight was working its way through the leafage; a sunlight which though of saintless gold had taken on the quality of evening.

Dionysus continued, his gaze warm and that hint in his voice of a thousand untold jokes.

As it is, she never stops. Cooks and gardens and entertains and reads everything she can lay her hands on, and listens to music, and rings people up and has long, satisfying conversations. Sometimes she takes herself off abroad to stay with old friends. France, usually.