and then our exile

Just return'ed from a short walk as i waited for the kettle to boil: everywhere is dark, but for the sky over Edmonton, which is framed in silhouetted trees and streak'ed through with orange. Northern lights in the southern (?) sky, moving faster than ever i've seen--i think it's the ajeeb circling motion some of you may have seen last Ramadan (/). Windy too, and trees are beautiful.

For coffee, i've quit with the corn syrup and now experiment with different kinds of chocolate. It is an art and i am an artiste.

Bandwagon-time. "Invent a memory of me and post it in the comments. It can be anything you want, so long as it's something that's never happened. Tell me what you would like to remember of me, only the universe failed to cooperate in making it happen so you have to make it up instead."