SILENT NIGHT, HOLY NIGHT, Sex and Lies cont...
It is 12:03 am. Officially Christmas 1985. I am alone in the guest house. It is beautiful. Lots of glass, cathedral ceilings, skylights and a deck overlooking the beach and the water. There is a thick fog. It was very warm earlier when I went running, now the temperature has dropped. Word of snow by... Sign in to see full entry.