Things Found in HarborsToday, Tolys was bringing him something special.Things Found in Harbors by supergeek17
Well, he brought him "something special" all the time—a bit of food from the evening meal earlier (he always came at night), a small trinket when he could afford them, always something from his world. Tonight was different, though.
The gift weighed heavily in his coat pocket, but he hardly noticed as he took careful steps toward the harbor. Tolys lifted the lantern in his hand a little higher. The ships docked in the harbor creaked and swayed in the wind, but he paid them little mind. Smiling at the thought of seeing him again, Tolys quickened his pace—down to the harbor, past the empty pubs and the docks and their ships, to the very last wooden pier, which sat lower to the water than the others. In summer, he would take off his boots and dip his feet in the water to wait, but now, in late February, he couldn't.
He set the lantern down on the edge of the pier and settled himself down next to it, stretching out on his belly wi
May your DaysThere was no knowing how or why or where Castiel had acquired a violin; the point was he'd just shown up with it one day, a battered case in hand. The instrument inside, though, was far from battered—full size, steel strings and finely polished spruce and maple woods, which the angel assured were completely original. It was at this point that Sam had complimented the instrument's craftsmanship and its previous owners care if the wood was original and "in that good of shape."May your Days by supergeek17
Dean had simply made a face. Violins had never been his instrument of choice.
"So you can actually play that thing?"
Dean's question came a few days after the violin had first appeared in their collective lives, and after watching Castiel tune the strings for the last ten minutes.
From his seat on the edge of the bed on which Dean lounged, the angel looked up from the instrument's strings. "Of course," he replied, turning his attention to the last tuning peg on the pegbox and tightening it.
"Where do y
24 December 181822 December, 181824 December 1818 by supergeek17
It is with heavy heart that I write this evening. I have elected to spend my Christmas in Oberndorf, some 17 km. from Salzburg. My reasons for this are not entirely personal—in October I received a letter from Fr. Joseph Mohr of the St. Nicholas parish church here, requesting that I play organ for the Christmas Eve mass. While I am an average organist, I accepted his request (if only because the organ in this church is beautiful)..
It is this that brings me to the reason for my heartache—the organ is significantly damaged. Fr. Joseph suspects mice; regardless of the cause, the organ cannot be repaired in time for mass. I will remain in Oberdorf for the holiday and for the mass, but it will be quite different, I feel… very quiet.
In closing, R. Edelstein – Kaiserthum Oesterrich
23 December, 1818
I write, briefly, tonight from the chapel. In an admittedly curious move, Fr. Joseph has brought a Franz Xaver Gruber, a schoolmaster fro
Alzheimer'sHis house is made of crumbling slatsAlzheimer's by HaveTales-WillTell
of rotted knotted oak
and weakened joints.
The wind blows unfettered
through unshuttered apertures
dragging fresh sunlight in
and memories away.
Even on the clearest days
he visits the front porch
less and less often.
He prefers to explore
those rooms further in
where tide and time have yet to reach. Sometimes
he might be gone for a week.
And one day, too soon
(not soon enough)
his ramshackle dw