The moon shone across the muddy water and it was more mysterious than during the day. In daylight, that Mississippi water showed itself dirty, old, and cranky; and beneath, tough and wild and dangerous. But Moon brought a soft gleam and calmed the wild right up, but that calm was only on the surface. When the moon slipped behind a cloud, the water turned black and unreadable again. I imagined that River trying to sweet-talk me in, hungry for a Virginia Kate snack. Then moonbeams hid the danger and River became my friend. Just like people, that old water made changing moods to hide what it was thinking. Virginia Kate, book 2
Monday Morning. I used to call it Moan-day, for I found Mondays to be tiring and hectic and . . . well, sometimes downright unpleasant to consider. Mondays always had a different feel from the other days of the week; just as Fridays had a different vibe to it. Now that I work at home, I don't have those acute feelings about Mondays. I can't feel the "vibe" out there for a Monday through Friday work day. And you? How do your days feel different from the others? Or do they?
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