LadyEncaitare

Two musicians date. He says, "Accelerando," she, "ritardando."

"This can't go on forever," he said, returning to the warm bed with two steaming cups of coffee. "This moment, I mean. This... sense of perfection." "What do you mean?" She tucked a lock of rumpled hair behind her ear, and sat up before accepting the mug with both hands. "Ooh. Hot." He leaned over and snatched a couple of tissues from the box on the bedside table. "Here, wrap these around it." She accepted them and sipped from her drink. "I like your coffee." "Yeah?" He sampled from his own cup and made a face. "Most people tell me it's gross, and I think they're right." She grinned at him over the rim of her mug. "So what was it you wer

When air was pure and forest still And nature unmarred by man's will, The cliffs were strong, and hewn was stone By water's pow'r and time alone. And mightier than gales that flew Through snowy clefts in mountains blue Betwixt two lakes a river flowed Whose surface in the moonlight glowed With crests of white and silver sheen And in the sunlight, turquoise-green. Niagara! Thus it was named, 'Thundering Water,' free, untamed! The falls cascaded, shook the ground; It trembled at the mighty sound. More deep than church bells ever rang, The mighty song Niagara sang! A liquid melody it wove As e'er down its waters strove; The har