a sight "silvery to the eye and ear," in the words of charles dickens.

and the myth goes...

toss a coin, left hand over left shoulder, you will return to rome.
two coins, you will fall in love with an italian.
three coins, you will marry an italian.

i tossed one.

The silence in the living room at 4am kept me awake. Just how did things evolve to this point? Where nothing seems to matter, and avoidance is the best way of confrontation.