"'What are you thinking of?' she whispers.
I am staring into the garden.
I am watching the moon
wind its trail of golden slime around the oak,
over the stone basin of the fountain.
How can I tell her
I am thinking that transformations are not forever?"
(Susan Mitchell, From the Journals of the Frog Prince)
Other read of the day: Listen, better angel (just one of many, perhaps hundreds, of bloggers writing in opposition to California's Proposition 8, brought together for your perusing and reading pleasure via Write to Marry Day)