The Curious Adventures of Angela Christine

here's the thing: most mornings i go outside with a candle and coffee and books and sit in the dark until the squirrels wake up and start flying and the rabbits hop out from under that bush along the garage that they sleep in and the sun rises and turns my little candle into a joke again. and every morning it strikes me as strange that all this happens without a fattened calf burning up on the altar or a pretty young virgin being tossed into a volcano.