To be human is to crave

For the last week I have been craving a lemon I tasted in Australia. It was called a "bush lemon". It was like a regular lemon at first, and then it melted into a surprisingly sweet aftertaste.

It is getting cool, and I crave warm, soft scarves.

I have been craving a good long walk alone with my camera in a cemetery I've never been to.

I have been craving Faramir h/c fics, for some reason.

Anyone else craving something unusual?

Poem about Venice

I spoke with one of my dearest friends, blumsmile, tonight. She's one of those "arc" friends, someone who has seen you at your best, and your worst, and knows you so well after all these years. We've been friends since we were about fourteen.

She asked me about my lion statue obsession.

So here it is...the poem that started it all. I wrote it right after I returned from Venice (in 1997, I think). Mostly uncorrected, just as I wrote it. It isn't perfect, but it encapsulates a moment for me, and that's what is important.

The last bit is talking about the lion in this particular icon, btw.

( Venice )