The lamp's spread hair

Waiting for my Yuletide assignment. I have a free drink from Starbucks (hooray hooray!) so I think I will go do my waiting there.

And the library has a book in that I've been waiting for! It's very exciting.

***

A poem:

Friendship

It is the awaited hour
over the table falls
interminably
the lamp's spread hair
Night turns the window to immensity
There is no one here
presence without name surrounds me.

by Octavio Paz
trans. Charles Tomlinson.

There is an enveloping, wistful sadness to it.

Fic: Vixen

Title: Vixen
Fandom: Rosemary Sutcliff, Eagle of the Ninth
Rating: G
Beta: sineala
Disclaimer: So not mine. :(
Prompt: hc_bingo, amnesia
Summary: Cottia becomes a fox. (Literally.) Hijinks ensue!

Also at AO3, here.

( Vixen )