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before going up to my apartment this evening, as i was closing the garage doors, i noticed that the sky tonight was amazingly clear. and that the moon was full and bright. i don't remember the last time i saw such a clear sky. not just the absence of clouds, but also the absence of anything but black and stars and moon.

but earlier in the evening, she has a little top on. just straps, no sleeves, black against her paler skin. and you can tell by the way that her shoulders roll down and her arms in that she is cold. i take a moment and appreciate the curve as her neck goes down, out to her fingers. she is reaching to put on her sweater. i brush the tips of my fingers down and off her skin to the point where her sleeves are waiting to be pulled up. she smiles and asks, "do you want me to wait a moment?"

it is in the smallest things that are done that the greatest meaning can sometimes be found. the joking nature of a comment which suggests a play of both words and movement. sometimes the most stimulating is that which leaves you wondering what it is that you are stimulated by. the interplay of imagination and allusion that leads to thoughts with doubts.

or then again, maybe i just read too much into things...