The moon comes in phases.It is a proud pageant wearing the light of a star when it waxes,and sips the last dregs of admiration when it wanes, calling out to the wolves below for them to howl their praises.Like the moon, when her well runs dry of passion for summer, she aglow with eerie amber light to say that she prefers autumn for now,or like a guiding star dangling on the wires directing…
just in time to spin the prompt / inspiration wheel via @lotrmusical for the 1 year anniversary of watermill theater lotr musical today:
the way louis maskell says "mr gandalf—please" with a laugh in his voice as he kneels next to sam to "protect" him from being turned into anything unnatural
"Home is where the heart is; how many times have we all heard that expression? When love is put into action, it can be felt by everyone who crosses the threshold. We are custodians of the four walls we inhabit, but we are responsible for the homes we make and the love we created within them. I celebrate my home and always love coming home."