DECEMBER

When was the last time you walked a city street in the dead of night?

Became intoxicated by the sweetness of December at the very moment she turned the corner to find you alone in the frigid fog, just waiting for her arrival?

When was the last time you sipped a cup of inspiration with the moon? Pulled him down to eye level while December danced in circles around you?

When was the last time you embraced the fairy tale?

1915 - 2005 Allan de Lay

 1948 Portland, Oregon