autumn passage

Jamie was talking quietly when I came back. I finished my preparations, letting the deep lilt of his voice soothe me, as well as Brianna.
“I used to think of you, when ye were small,” Jamie was saying to Bree, his voice very soft. “When I lived in the cave; I would imagine that I held ye in my arms, a wee babe. I would hold ye so, against my heart, and sing to ye there, watching the stars go by overhead.”
“What would you sing?” Brianna’s voice was low, too, barely audible above the crackle of the fire. I could see her hand, resting on his shoulder. Her index finger touched a long, bright strand of his hair tentatively stroking its softness.
“Old songs. Lullabies I could remember, that my mother sang to me, the same that my sister Jenny would sing to her bairns.”
She sighed, a long, slow sound.
“Sing to me now, please, Da.”
He hesitated, but then titled his head toward hers and began to chant softly, an odd tuneless song in Gaelic. Jamie was tone-deaf; the song wavered oddly up and down, bearing no resemblance to music, but the rhythm of the words was a comfort to the ear.
I caught most of the words; a fisher’s song, naming the fish of loch and sea, telling the child what he would bring home to her for food. A hunter’s song, naming birds and beasts of prey, feathers for beauty and furs for warmth, meat to last the winter. It was a father’s song - a soft litany of providence and protection.
I moved quietly around the room, taking down the pewter plates and wooden bowls for supper, coming back to cut bread and spread it with butter.
“Do you know something, Da?” Bree asked softly.
“What’s that?” He said, momentarily suspending his song.
“You can’t sing.”
There was a soft exhalation of laughter and the rustle of cloth as he shifted to make them both more comfortable.
“Aye, that’s true. Shall I stop, then?”
“No.” She snuggled closer, tucking her head into the curve of his shoulder.
He resumed his tuneless crooning, only to interrupt himself a few moments later.
“D'ye ken something yourself, a leannan?” [“darling” in Gaelic]
Her eyes were closed, her lashes casting deep shadows on her cheeks, but I saw her lips curve in a smile.
“What’s that, Da?”
“Ye weigh as much as a full-grown deer.”
“Shall I get off, then?” she asked, not moving.
“Of course not.”
She reached up and touched his cheek.
“Mi gradhaich a thu, athair,” she whispered. My love to you, Father.
He gathered her tightly against him, bent his head and kissed her forehead. The fire struck a knot of pitch and blazed up suddenly behind the settle, limning their faces in gold and black. His features were harsh-cut and bold; hers, a more delicate echo of his heavy, clean-edged bones. Both stubborn, both strong. And both, thank God, mine.
—  Drums of Autumn, Chapter 47, “A Father’s Song”

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AH Origins: Gavin

AH Origins explores how the Fake AH Crew came together. Their heists, their origins and their rise to power.

The first story is Gavin’s origin.

America wasn’t as glamorous as it had looked in the movies. Gavin might even go as far as to say it was a let-down. Still, there was a pulse here. He liked that. There was movement, and people, and the city never slept. Los Santos was different to Oxfordshire in every way, and that at least was an improvement.

It was 3 am on the east side of Los Santos. Gavin sat at the bar in O’Reilley’s, sitting on the same stool he’d been on since 10pm.

One more drink. That was it. He flipped a coin in to his beer.

‘God save the queen,’ he muttered.

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Kaley and I went to watch movies at @findangoh’s house with her and Phoenix

and Phoenix and I were in the kitchen, and she began to quote that Humbert Wolfe passage about autumn:

“Listen! The wind is rising
And the air is wild with leaves;
We have had our summer evenings–”

and then, at the same time, we grabbed each other by the arms and whispered in unison, “Now for October eves!”

and I think that was just about the witchiest thing that has ever spontaneously happened to me

HOF Ontario 2015 - Teen solo results
  • 1st Overall - Talia Seitel (Winter’s Song) - MDP - 296.5
  • 2nd Overall - Lauren Shaw (Passage) - WCSA, Autumn Miller (Last love song) - MDC - 295.5
  • 3rd Overall - Taylor Nunez (Not about angels) - WCSA, Audrey Lee (Darling) - MDC - 295
  • 4th Overall - Aaliya Zolina (Find a way) - WCSA - 294.5
  • 5th Overall - Mackenzie Auger (Home) - OCPAA - 294 
  • 6th Overall - Malia Asahino (Go) - WCSA, Rheanna Tumang (Tomorrow) - OCPAA, Sarina Jassy (Back to me) - Danceology - 293.5
  • 7th Overall - Michelle Siemienowski (Elephants) - Danceology - 293
  • 8th Overall - Victoria Frank (Total Eclipse) - MDP, Ariana McClure (Drifting) - Danceology, Kayla Murray (I’ll be your Clown) - JPD - 292.5
  • 9th Overall - Caitlyn Guntle (Breaking Sound) - OCPAA, Caitlyn Feddock (Blower’s Daughter) - SDDC, Jessalyn Ward (Beautifully Unfinished) - MDC - 292
  • 10th Overall - Alex Gonzalez (Hypnotic) - MDP, Chaeli Kim (Must have been love) - Dancers Edge, Delanee Inman (Be my little baby) - JPD, Alli Chu (Pure Imagination) - OCPAA - 291.5

There were 21 solos in the Top 10, with 6 ties!


July 13th - TheMadOldBaggage is right: I’m being unduly pessimistic about autumn and the passage of summer. It’s still gorgeous, and there’s loads of stuff still to come into flower.

Today, I was delighted to spot these gorgeous wild sweat peas. Just how lovely are they? You can’t fail to see these and not be lifted.

Autumn? Not yet you don’t, matey.