the darlings glowed in the violet hour

I read seasonally, thematically, with an organizational system that relies on a hazy, haphazard, Jezebelian system of thought more heavily than an established methodology such as Dewey's Decimal System, Robert's Rules of Order, or Murphy's Law.

I am, at the moment, readying myself for a vespertine winter with my black swan. I finished The Voyage of the Narwhal, had the annual meeting with Andersen's Snow Queen over cinnamon coffee, and am now living in the particular phantasm of Mark Helprin's Winter Tale. It is possible I might never leave.