Thursday, January 24, 2008

O les Beaux jours





4 comments:

tater said...

May I be shallow and admit that my attention never really wavered from that table I have seen before, and still covet? I think the only thing that could have averted my gaze from the table top would have been a nice cock, and then only briefly.

You too, Lynette?

Ashe said...

Oui, un beau jour, une belle image, une chanson charmante. Pourquoi le pourpre et la tristesse, FB ?

Father Tony said...

Because, Ashe, surrounded by friends and entertaining strangers and merriment and leisure and all measure of distraction and indulgence, I still find myself oddly once removed from it. I talk with C up north more than once a day and that is my only time of real satisfaction, my only anchoring. It's what happens when you get on in years and learn some things. Having said that, I do manage to muddle through. Somehow, in this brilliant place.

Ashe said...

This old man understands, Father Tony. I hope when you use the tabletop's measure, the distance surprises you happily then.