Merry Christmas, lovely readers!
And to those of you who do not celebrate this holiday, I send you the same wishes of goodwill and merriment.
I watch now from my window, a small quarter circle of intricate woodwork and glass that looks out onto the water, and the sunset. The sun has now gone completely, and night is here now with all its magic and its dreams.
Night in its mystery brings the gift of flirtations, of the unseen, of possibilities.
To those readers who have touched Lady Dragonfly in very real and personal ways, thank you for that gift, for the love you have inspired, for the heat, for the words you have brought to my mind and my soul.
To everyone, may you all find inspiration in snowflakes–real or imaginary–in stars… in the very naughty twinkling eye.