2.IX.2001 :::: 9.52 st ingrid of sweden

my mother would gasp with shock if she knew i was planning to go to mass with fingernails quite this red. (then again, she made fabulous noises of disappointment when she found out i was planning to wear my pyjamas into the baptismal font.)

nails red. hair black. the house is chilly: i am waiting until it is time to put on the silver shoes.

i woke up very early & lay in bed awake praying for her flight. i think those lights are the lights of little towns.