Red Dragon {mpellegrino}

As he stood there he watched Jenny. Her shallow quick breathing as the cold with in her took hold. The rise and fall of her rib cage and flutter of her tummy under the thin red material of her dress, he found so exquisite. He wished he could take pictures. He took a breath and then he spoke in a soft clear voice that made Jenny melt inside.

"Jenny, I want you to listen to me."

"How can I she thought." as she felt the ice starting to melt inside ...

Well, today I got to thinking about what is really a bad day.

It is so easy to dwell on things when you are having a bad day. So easy to dwell on it if you feel you have had a hard time, either recent past or a long time past.

Well I have to remind myself, NO MATTER HOW BAD my day is there are thousands having a far worse time than I am ever having. Indeed you don't have to go far to be reminded. Many on this site have had, are having, a far worse time than I will ...