Saturday, November 30, 2019

"ENDEARING YOUNG CHARMS...'


Rose M. Moore randrmoore@gmail.com

Fri, Nov 29, 6:13 PM (14 hours ago)
to me
I was a young girl at St. Mary's School in Painesville when I opened a school book and found the following wonderful poem:

"Believe Me If All Those Endearing Young Charms
which I gaze on so fondly today
were to change by tomorrow and flee from my arms
like fairy gifts fading away,
Thou wouldst still be adored
as this moment thou art,
let thy lovliness fade as it will,
and around the dear ruin each wish of my heart
would entwine itself verdantly still.

"It is not while beauty and youth are thine own
and thy cheek unprofaned by a tear
that the fervor and faith of a soul can be known,
to which time will but make thee more dear.
Oh the heart that has loved never truly forgets,
but as truly lives on to the close;
as the sunflower turns on her God as He sets,
the same look that she gave when He rose."
I, a reader and writer of poems even then, had found this poem in a book on a shelf in the classroom, and Sister Cornelia had found me engrossed in that poem, and she told me it was actually a song. She was the teacher who gathered us all in the church after school every Thursday, to practice our singing for the Children's Choir in the Sunday morning Mass, and she took the time to sing that song for me.
I was stunned by the poem, and even more so when I heard it sung as a song, so I memorized it and sang it quietly to myself quite often. Young as I was, I decided it was the sort of love I would want when I was grown enough to choose my partner in life. I was a romantic, but I was also a realist, and I told Sister Cornelia the concept of finding such love for a lifetime seemed  an impossible miracle. How could two people in a huge world full of all sorts of people actually cross each others' path; let alone realize that person WAS the right person."You never know," she smiled, and we never discussed it again.
IN LATE 1959, on a snow-stormy night, that miracle began to materialize for me when I met a young man named Bob Moore. We fell quickly in love and were married in 1960, in front of family, friends and newspaper colleagues at St. Mary's Church. I hadn't known him for more than a few weeks when I heard him singing that Irish love song in his fine tenor voice, and I asked how he knew it. He had learned it through his high school glee club, and he told me he liked what it stood for. 
As it turned out, we were the finest of partners, and our marriage did last a lifetime. We would sometimes laughingly describe ourselves as "two matched horses happily in harness, forging our way through the world together, raising three children, founding and running a business together... and yes, fully loving each other."
My Bob passed away in the springtime of 2017, a few months short of our 57th anniversary. Right to the end, he would smile across the room at me as if I had never reached that "dear ruin" stage of the Irish song we both loved. Rather he seemed to still see me as the bearer of those "endearing young charms," and he would say so. And I, in turn, would laugh and accuse him of looking at me with "Rose Colored Glasses."
I still miss my Bob; I will always miss him. But a lifetime of memories brightens the darkness of losing him to death. I still feel his presence; the memories stay with me; what more could I ask? It was my impossible miracle, and it would always be with me

Sunday, November 17, 2019




Yesterday's clear skies were exuberant, with a jet-trail sunset and a night sky brightly filled with stars, a high-watt moon ... and yes! I saw some shooting stars!

Why should I be surprised to see the same exuberant skies this morning? 
Happy SUNday--all day long, with rising temps!

"This is the day the Lord has made. Rejoice and be glad in it."
But let us not forget, He also makes the cloudy days. For his own reasons, always.

Tuesday, September 10, 2019

BOB & ROSE TOGETHER


(click on photo area to view full size)

SEPTEMBER SONG...
It was fine-wine September
blue-and-gold September
burnished-leaf September
when I wed my own true love.
And the air was warm and veiled
with the fine September sunshine
and the young boys flung down rosebuds
when I wed my own true love.
And I locked my arm in his arm
and we raced away together
and the sunshine turned to cloudburst
when I wed my own true love.
And we wandered 'round like gypsies
and we laughed a lot together
and we didn't think of duties
'til our pennies disappeared.
Then we turned our wheels homeward
and we settled in our farmhouse
and began our world together
me and me true love.
And the years brought joy and sorrow
and we walked through both united
and I've always loved September
when I wed my own true love.
From Rose to Bob, Sept. 10 2009,
49th anniversary

Saturday, August 31, 2019

A HALLELUIAH TO SEPTEMBER ...




SEPTEMBER MORN,,,



    SEPTEMBER! It's my favorite month! 
    In fact, that's why I chose September for my wedding day so many years ago, and then I had good reason through my years to love September even more.
    September is the year matured. September opens up my eyes and elevates my spirits. September mornings drape the countryside with other-worldly morning mists and shadows... 
    September's daytime skies are mostly brilliant. Her sunny afternoons are fragrant with the rich aromas of ripening apples, wild berries, grapes and grasses. With a changing angle of the sun, she lays a mellowness upon our fields, lawns and gardens. And her wildflowers lend a bright nobility to dusty roadsides.
     If each day in sweet September sinks a little sooner into darkness, so be it! September compensates in full with spectacular sunsets and cooler, quieter nights; and September moonlight is the most benevolent of any of the 12 moons of the year. 
     IF I'VE HAD COMPLAINT about September, it has been the threat of early frosts to kill the flowers in my gardens. But even that no longer bothers me. For it gives the elder Rose a seasonal respite from lawn and garden work. As the autumn of my human years advances, that respite is ever-more appreciated. 
     I admit, September weather sometimes lets me down. But in the ledgers of my memory, by far, September's assets far outnumber any of its imperfections.
     I love the seasons of the year for different reasons. But if God would tell me, "Choose your favorite month to be your season in the after-life," He knows which I would choose: SEPTEMBER! 
  

Wednesday, August 21, 2019

A MAN AND HIS DOG... GONE WEST...

A MAN AND HIS DOG: GONE WEST
MY DOG AND MICK





Today would have been a birthday for Bob. I took this photo some years ago near the Fairport Beach when Mick was a young pup in training. By 2017, Bob was gone from this earth, and Mick was a very large doberman who would meet his master a year later on the Rainbow Bridge. We have fun, special memories of both.

Their mischievous spirits still roam in places they loved, and Bob's spirits still speak every year in his favorite perennials.




                                                                   

Monday, August 19, 2019

AFTER THE DAYS OF THE STORMS ...


Every leaf and blade is soaked this morning. Noting is moving. It's oddly quiet after days of storm. 

I sit on the porch with my coffee, and finally the cicada begin to buzz very quietly, but still no sight or sound of a bird or a bee or a butterfly or a critter of any size or sort. 


Everything in nature is tired and sleepy from the storms, it seems. Even we people!



THE CLOSEST I CAMETO SUNSHINE EARLY THIS MORNING...









Thursday, August 15, 2019

AUGUST MORNING WALK-ABOUT AT DAWN ...


SMALL SPOTS OF BEAUTY


MORING ANGEL


LIGHT UP THE DAY


MAMMATUS CUMULUS



ON THIS SUNRISE WALK-ABOUT, AS ALWAYS, I THANK THE LORD FOR SMALL FAVORS AND SMALL SPOTS OF BEAUTY,, AND THE ABILITY TO NOTICE AND APPRECIATE...

Monday, August 12, 2019

THE BIG TREES AROUND ME BRING MEMORIES ...




AUGUST MEMORY...
"A favorite memory of summer from my childhood, I think, is one of climbing up into a spread-armed maple tree where none could see me hidden in the thickness of the leaves. And in that coolness, privacy and peace, I would open the book I had carried, and alone and quiet I would read.
An August never passes but what that memory revisits me. It did so this morning as I waited for the first rays of sun through the trees that surround me. The thing is, at my age now, I know I could not climb a tree if I tried"~~Rose Moore

Sunday, August 11, 2019

SUNRISE ...


52 DEGREES AT DAWN... 
SUNRISE WARMED HER SHOULDERS WITH A FEATHERY BOA...
A BEAUTIFUL BLUE-EYED SUNDAY LIES AHEAD.


Tuesday, August 6, 2019

OLDE ROSE'S BIRTHDAY THOUGHTS: AM I STILL HERE?


*I was born in 1940 in a hospital that in recent years was torn down to make room for something else.
*I was baptized in a church building that had been attended by generations of my family. It was razed in the 1950s and replaced with a new one.
*I attended a Catholic grade school that is now closed for all seasons.
*I shopped in a downtown that now is mostly gone, a large part of it having been replaced by county buildings and parking lots.*
*I graduated from a classic high school building that was demolished, and a new high school was built on the other side of town.
*My graduation was held in an attractive old theater that was taken down to make way for a drug store.
*I spent many a childhood Saturday morning in a reading room of a heritage building that was our public library. It too has disappeared from the scene, in favor of a newer building...
All this makes me want to pinch myself to make sure I'M still here and haven't been replaced to make room for something newer in the world!... (YET?)

Monday, July 22, 2019

MOTHER NATURE IN THE GARDENS...


..I love to garden but must admit, sometimes Mother Nature is the better gardener.
This wild garden above my creek is an example.
Not heat nor drought nor too much rain deters her from her unappointed task!
She just goes ahead & does it!


Friday, July 19, 2019

MEMORABLE SUNSET...



 

UN

UNTIL LAST NIGHT, I hadn't really noticed that our lack of rain had thinned the leaves enough to open up my view around the valley; I could see the setting sun again!

And what a sunset! The sky above had seemingly become a splendid stained-glass bowl, tossing glow into the trees, reflecting wide across the valley, coloring the waters of my creek and lighting up my indoor rooms.

Spectacular! Not until that long slow spread of color had finally faded did I close my eyes to sleep, as night descended.  sunset  yesterday, I hadn't been aware of how our lack of rain had thinned the leaves and opened up my view around the valley. As that hot sun sank behind my trees, the sky above and all around turned into a stained-glass bowl, tossing glow into the trees, reflecting wide across the valley, coloring the waters of my creek and lighting up my indoor rooms with antique gold. 









Beautiful! Not until that long slow spread of color finally faded did I close my eyes to sleep, as night descended.

Daybreak this morning held no color, and the sky drooped low against the trees.
Since the rains expected at the end of yesterday had not materialized, Olde Rose the Water Lady was wandering outside, in the heat of early morning, pouring water on her suffering plants.


And now I say good morning to you all; I can smell my morning coffee brewing, and I'm heading back inside, into the cool of air-conditioning.


Saturday, June 22, 2019

THIS GLORIOUS, BEAUTIIFUL DAY...


Yard work through this glorious day. Little by little. 

When tired, I had my places to rest... Front porch, "tree-house" porch, upper deck, ground-level back patio... with soft, fragrant breezes everywhere... 

What I do miss is that big dog Mick, who would follow and adoringly watch as I worked. Bob always said, "He thinks you're the star of a movie."... 


What he was, was a wonderful gift from my Bob, that big guy I miss just as much.


It seems they are with me as I work. Still lucky; never really alone...

AT LAST THE THE LOOK AND FEEL OF JUNE ARRIVES...


AND FRESH MORNING SUNSHINE FINDS IT WAY INTO MY HOUSE...



BUT IT'S STARTLING TO THINK... THE MONTH OF JUNE IS NEARLY OVER!

Tuesday, June 4, 2019

THINGS OF THE MORNINGS...


The outdoors is filled with interest in spring and summer mornings: 

ON THE GROUND, I see emerging wildflowers; a strutting wild turkey; the hyperactive movement of a pair of little wrens gathering nest materials; the busy foraging of chipmunks, squirrels and mama robins; a family of deer quietly following Mama deer across the creek... 


IN THE SKY, buzzards drawing lazy circles in blue skies; the gleam of jet trails criss-crossing above the morning sun; a breakfast-hungry hawk at watch atop an old dead hickory...


AND AN EAGLE!!



AND IN EVERY SEASON,  WHETHER FROM MY INDOOR BEDROOM WINDOW, OR WHEN I HAVE WALKED A PATH TO STAND BESIDE IT AND ADMIRE IT... 
THIS MAJESTIC WALNUT TREE!



Monday, June 3, 2019

A SUNDAY WITH TWO FACES...


Yesterday was draped with thick, dark clouds for the entire morning, until just after lunch, when the sun found a way to suddenly disperse all that gloom.
This is how it started, like flicking a light switch:






Soon the the sky was deep crystal blue; there was not a wisp of a cloud; not a breeze or a sprinkle; for the rest of the day.

And then the day was over, ending with a long, slow sunset that started like this:







Now it is Monday, spectacular all through the day. I have taken no photos; just enjoyed this great day for looking, working, playing, experiencing...  



Friday, May 17, 2019

FRIDAY MORNING COMING IN ON QUIET FEET...


Last night's sunset, as I settled down to sleep! ... I still see it in my mind's eye!
Layers of antique gold, building up and gleaming from behind the openings of greenery in trees outside my window! I kept my eyes awake to it until the darkness came.
And now this morning is the opposite, with sunrise draped invisible behind a gloomy sky. 

Apparently a storm came in the night, but I slept soundly through it; and it left.
Warmth is rising up to us from southerly directions, promising a summer-style weekend, and it's welcome!

Good morning, Friday. And good morning to you all!

Wednesday, May 15, 2019

WORDS FOR THOSE WHO GUARD OUR SAFETY...

Column by Rose Moore, Gazette Newspapers, 1-16-2015

    Years ago, as I sifted through some photographs and souvenirs, I came across a yellowed newspaper article. Smiling back at me was a picture of a special person I remembered from my childhood.
    It was Edward "Eddie" Waldman, Painesville City patrolman and popular "Cop on the Corner"... though we children in those days would not have called him by that "slangy" term. At the State and Erie Street intersection, near several elementary schools, the news photographer had caught a moment when a child had impulsively thrown her arms around the sturdy officer.
    I was not that little girl, but I might as well have been. Waldman was a hero to us all.
    Though Waldman stood that post so long ago, he remains in the collective memory of many grammar schoolers of the 1940s and '50s who, on every school day, traveled through that busy crossing with his watchful help.
    There was more than crossing duty to this policeman's work, but to us he seemed exclusive to our own small world; a reassuring guardian in blue who steered us safely through the maze of traffic at that intersection. He held a special status in our lives and somehow made us feel as if we were a special part of his.
    Our safety people in those simpler times were closely knit into the fabric of our days..
En route to school, many of us passed them in our shortcuts through "Police Alley," behind the firehouse on St. Clair Street. Police and firemen alike would acknowledge us by name as we walked through.
    With our families at night, we were sometimes greeted by the foot-patrolmen who walked their beats through downtown streets, checking doors and windows after dark.
    In winter, as we headed down to skate on frozen ponds at Recreation Park, the police department in the police and fire complex was the designated place for pick-up and return of skates. As we arrived, officers would sometimes help to fit our skates. When we returned, they let us thaw a bit before we headed home. And we got from them the same cautionary lectures our parents would have given to us as we left home for the park.
    We knew these officers by name and treated them with scrupulous respect, an ethic instilled in us by societal expectations and strict family rules.
    Today, things aren't as safe or simple, for them or us, and our police cannot be as personally close to us in their everyday routines. But in our own Lake County, even in the pressures of these times, the "human factor" is intact among our police and others of our safety forces.
    Contact with the public is sustained in different ways---through drug awareness meetings, Block Watch, Safety Town, facility open-houses, helmet safety programs, involvement in our community events... or simply with a deputy waving to us from his (or her) passing patrol car.
    At some times in our lives, our personal paths cross the professional paths of safety forces in unhappy circumstances, be it accident, illness, fire, vandalism, theft... We find these safety people doing what they need to do to handle such events, yet keeping a humane awareness of their potential for adding to or easing our distress.
    Times may have changed, and our populations may have grown, yet within our own communities there remains a certain small-town feeling and affection for the members of our safety forces. An interactive spirit of cooperation and shared goals continues to exist, and  that's a vital key in how things work; or should.
     There is no better time than now, considering the news of recent months, to offer tribute to the safety people of our communities today.
    Their ways are modern--as they should be. But they haven't lost the human touch or diminished the influence of such "Good Guys" as Patrolman "Eddie" Waldman, of the past.
Motorcycle patrolman Ed Waldman. (Photo courtesy retired Painesville Police Chief David Luhta)

Sunday, April 28, 2019

SPRING GREEN AT THE CREEK, IN COLD RAIN ...



On a beautiful morning, afternoon or evening in all seasons except winter, this is the place to sit; to think and meditate...

The creek provides the music, and the lyrics can come from my own personal thoughts.

Today, in 37 degrees and cold rain, relaxation could not be a factor.  

The best I could do was to visit there briefly; very briefly! then head back indoors into dry comfort and  warmth. 

Minus the cold, but also minus the lovely Sonata of Waters.

There are two words that don't mix well for me: COLD RAIN!

Monday, April 22, 2019

MONDAY! IT'S EARTH DAY! ...

SUNRISE IN THE EAST



MOON-SET IN THE WEST


“In every walk with nature. one receives far more than he seeks.” —John Muir.
(Wake up! It's Earth Day!



Saturday, April 20, 2019

WET, WINDY, COLD ... AND GREEN!

                          

               

                 DAYBREAK: THE DAY BEFORE EASTER 2019

Tuesday, April 16, 2019

SUNRISE THIS MORNING...

  THIS BEAUTIFUL SUNRISE CAST ITS GLOW ON MY VALLEY...




  I DON'T CARE IF THIS RED SKY IS A HARBINGER OF RAIN. IT'S APRIL!

Thursday, March 28, 2019

A GIFT BEFORE THE RAINS ...

   AH, THE BLISS OF RECENT SUNNY DAYS AND STARRY NIGHTS, WITH SKIES SO CLEAR WE SEEMED TO VIEW THE UNIVERSE!

   THIS MORNING'S VIBRANT SUNRISE WAS AN OMEN THAT RAIN IS ON THE WAY TO SHROUD THOSE LOVELY SKIES.

   THE  RAIN COMES AS A GIFT, HOWEVER, FOR RAIN IS NECESSARY TO THE RECIPE THAT WILL BRING THE BEAUTIES OF THE SPRINGTIME.

   DESPITE THE RAINY MESSAGE, I SEE THE SUNRISE AS A BLESSING, FOR ALL OF NATURE IS A BALANCE.

   IF WE CAN'T ACCEPT THE RAIN, AT LEAST WE SHOULDN'T OVERLOOK 
THE BEAUTY AND THE ARTISTRY.


It's all a part of God's grand pattern.
"Oh Lord, we thank you for your graces & your generosities."








Wednesday, March 27, 2019

Good night, the day is done ...


Walking toward sunset was like 'Following the Gleam' tonite ... More an aura than a sunset ... Bright with just a hint of doubtful color ... Despite the lack of color definition, it was lovely in its own ethereal way...

Tuesday, March 26, 2019

BLUE IN THE MORNING...


                                 OH MY,
                                 THE CREEK SWALLOWED THE BLUE OF THE SKY!
                                  I CAPTURED THE COLOR BEFORE IT COULD FLY!
       
           
         

THE HALF-MOON SNAGGED IN MY TREES IN THE NIGHT...


                        ...AND BEFORE THE SUN ROSE, 
            THE MOON SANK OUT OF SIGHT!

Sunday, March 24, 2019

SUNDAY SUNRISE!
 COLOR ECHOED ALL OVER THE SKY! (This is WESTERN sky) 

Saturday, March 23, 2019

LOOKING FORWARD TO AURORA BOREALIS...


THE CLARITY AND COLD today in my northeast Ohio arrived with a high-pressure system encompassing us from the North. It gives my northeast Ohio the rare potential to see the Aurora Borealis (The Northern Lights) tonight. 
The possibility brings a lovely memory from the 1980s, when my middle teenage son Bryan had quietly awakened me around midnight."Shh" he whispered to me. "Come out to the deck! There's something you just HAVE to see!" ... And there it was above us! THE NORTHERN LIGHTS!
In gratitude and awe, we watched the long performance and its hours of bright, green, swirling  color. Somehow it even seemed to carry its own music. (Though I guess I knew that classic sound was in my head). 
I had seen the Northern Lights a few times as a child, but in the city where I lived, I never saw more than faded versions of what I would see in later years, at my country home, with my son Bryan. 
It was magical, a spectacle!  We didn't doze a bit; we watched until the Lights were gone; and it was more than worth remembering
.
Will I see it tonight? It's hard to say. I will try, but I'm much older now.
And suddenly and unexpectedly, this 79-year-old just seems to need a LOT MORE SLEEP than I needed in those years!

Wednesday, March 20, 2019

AND HERE WAS SUNRISE ON THE FIRST DAY OF ASTRONOMICAL SPRING!


SPRINGTIME!!!...


THIS MORNING AT 6:30, the moon awoke me suddenly, peering through my bedroom window from the western horizon. 

Golden, round and and perfectly full, it threw its full range of color into the rippling waters of my creek. It approached the tree-tops and prepared to set, and I lay there with my eyes wide open, watching as it took its time in disappearing, leaving me in total darkness...


And then I rose from my bed and brewed my coffee and waited for daybreak... 


THE FIRST DAY OF SPRING!

THE MOON LAST NIGHT...



LAST NIGHT'S MOON at 10 pm, looking down at me from the top of my valley world, drew me outside despite the brisk air. Surprisingly, even competing against the beauty of that moon, the stars shone big and bright against a sky so crystal-clear it still seemed blue. The air around my valley home was luminous, and I stood outside, transfixed, for quite some time...

Tuesday, March 19, 2019

SOME THOUGHTS AT SUNRISE ...


   TOMORROW IS THE VERNAL EQUINOX... the official beginning of spring. 
   (The word equinox comes from the Latin words aequus for equal, and nox for night). Because our planet doesn’t orbit upright but instead is tilted on its axis, the equinox is the time when the Northern and Southern hemispheres trade places in receiving the sun’s light and warmth most directly. 
   That occurs twice each year, once in spring and once in fall, when the tilt of the Earth’s axis and Earth’s orbit around the sun combine in such a way that the axis is inclined neither away from nor toward the sun. At this point, the Earth’s two hemispheres receive the sun’s rays equally, and night and day are approximately equal in length. 
   As an inhabitant of the Earth’s Northern Hemisphere, you may have noticed over the past weeks that the sun has been rising earlier and setting later. You may have noticed, too, that the sun at sunrise and sunset has gradually been changing its position southward and northward.
   And if you live on a curving highway as I do, it's fun to know equinox day is a good time to determine due east and due west from your property. Simply stand at a certain spot and watch to see the points at which the sun rises and sets, in relation to other landmarks on your property. Those two points are due east and due west!
   Now you know, whether you wanted to or not!

Thursday, March 14, 2019

SPRING IS ENTERING OUR DAYS...


Finally I see the springtime. 

I see it in the newer angles of the sun and the changing of position of our sunrises and sunsets.
I see it in new liveliness as wild critters come out from their dens each morning, to play and see what they can see. 

I see it with arrival of each returning bird. 
I notice it in something different and new each day.... 

Yes I know the winter will intrude again before the springtime settles in; winter's far from done with us.
But even when it snows and blows, the little things of early spring will be still there...


If I look hard to see it

Saturday, March 2, 2019

SUNRISE: PINK SKIES AND AN ICICLE FRIEZE ALONG THE EAVES OF MY PORCH...





PINK CLOUDS, BLUE SKY AND ICE ALONG THE LEAVES...
A NEW DAY PEERING AT ME ON THIS SATURDAY MORNING, MARCH 2, 2019.

Friday, March 1, 2019

HAPPY MARCH FIRST!!!


HERE'S A POEM I SCRIBBLED FOR MY BOYS WHEN THEY WERE KIDS!




Thursday, February 28, 2019

Tuesday, February 19, 2019

MOON GLOW & COLD...


A magical night of moon glow and glitter on snow, w/tree-shadows splashed all over the place.

This morning, a sunrise of pink and gold slashes of color across a blue sky--with 3-DEGREE temperature! Fortunately, no wind at all!

Monday, February 18, 2019

ANGEL IN THE SNOW...


YESTERDAY THE SNOW WAS GONE; TODAY IT'S BACK!
HAPPY MONDAY!

Sunday, February 17, 2019

SUNDAY HAS RISEN...


I sit at a cozy east window in northeast Ohio 
and watch the blue sky at the rim of my valley 
turn rosier and rosier 
with the colors of dawn. 

This is the day the Lord has made! 

Who would guess it will be snowing in just a few hours!

Thursday, February 14, 2019

POEM WRITTEN TO MY HUSBAND ON A PAST VALENTINE'S DAY



PRIME TIME: A POEM FOR OLD VALENTINES
We're growing older, Darling,
And our clothes are shrink-fit tight;
Dame Gravity is tugging at our skins.
And she won't give up the fight,
Though we struggle with our might,
Til our bellies have slid down to our shins.
But despite the surface rust,
The sinews of our souls have
Grown stronger as we've pressed the weights of Time.
We've grown more aware of living,
And a lot more self-forgiving,
As the lean of youth has mellowed into prime.
Oh, who can miss the summer
In these blazing days of autumn,
When we reap the fruits we planted long ago;
When our spirits pick up rhythm,
And the home fires burn so brightly,
Bathing we who bask around it in the glow.
---Rose Moore to Bob, Valentine's Day 1992