Last night my kids and I took a walk in the woods. It was bitterly cold but our breath isn’t warm enough to fog up like the dog’s did. We walked quietly, except for our laughing.
We had been watching that silly show Hostages. It was so confusing and I’m getting lost, but my husband records it and the rest of the family is hooked. My daughter asked “What kind of name is Duncan? If that is his first name then what is his last name?” I said “Donuts.”
Then we started to laugh and we couldn’t stop. My kids both said “I love it when you laugh.”
Far ahead of us we could see the ghosts walking along hand in hand. On the edge of the lake more ghosts of long past days of the gold rush times walked along then vanished in the mists.
Birds rustled in the trees. Glowing eyes of night creatures stared at us through the tall grass and branches.
This is where my spirit lies with the quiet of the night and those who dwell in the cathedral we call life.
So hug your kids (and those near and dear to you) and remember to laugh. And talk and walk and love.
~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman
Vampire Maman 
My sentiments exactly- wonderful!
Thank you.
What an amazing post, together with this picture it’s like I’m “home”… if you know what I mean.
Yes I do know what you mean. Thanks Raani!
What a gorgeous image!
I’ve been wanting to use it for a while…just waiting to be inspired.
I love it when you laugh, too. You laugh at the silliest of things. Every time I really laugh out loud, I think of you because you’re so infectious!
Awwww thank you. Hugs.