while the river grew

Commemorating very early Jan. 4 with Cwom the Wowm at the B residence. In which a bottle or two was downed, the rain poured and poured, a blackout fell on the city, and the river grew fierce. Wherein also realizations were made (short of epiphanies), that mixed signals are unkind, spontaneity can be bad for the health, and nipping things in the bud can be the best relief.

To win that bottle.

 

 

 

Mood:  surprisingly happy

Music: You’ve got to give a little, take a little, and let your poor heart break a little. That’s the story of, that’s the glory of love.// You’ve got to laugh a little, cry a little, until the clouds roll by a little. That’s the story of, that’s the glory of love.// As long as there’s the two of us, we’ve got the world and all its charms. And when the world is through with us, we’ve got each other’s arms.// You’ve got to win a little, lose a little, yes, and always have the blues a little. That’s the story of, that’s the glory of love…

~ by amats on January 8, 2009.