in which, once upon a time...

it is odd, almost magical, when things you've always wanted to share with someone just start to happen, as if the two of you only required finding the other to have a chain of events begin to unfold.

i've always loved both reading out loud to people and being read to. yet it's not something that many of the people i've known have been as interested in, or, perhaps, as willing to share. i've never known someone so willing to read to me for pleasure, and to stumble upon someone else for whom it seems to be an unexpected pleasure is, well- an unexpected pleasure.

did i mention the pleasure? ;)

we started with Shakespeare's sonnets, when i was sick. and when he was sick, i read him Rapunzel, from the Brothers Grimm. a couple nights ago, i asked for Act II, Scene IV from Measure for Measure - which i've always wanted to read with somebody - and he obliged. and last night, i read him a few poems by Rumi... one poem of which i wanted to share with all of you.

( Bonfire at Midnight )

wishing you lifefire this week. :)