Also, a May 2 prompt slot is still empty. Giles/Ethan h/c, anyone? And now, before I head off to read in the bath, I leave you with these timeless words:
Q: What were the skies like when you were young?
A: They went on forever. They - when I, we lived in Arizona and the skies always had little fluffy clouds in them, and, ah, they were long and clear and there were lots of stars at night. And, ah, when it would rain it would all turn - They were beautiful. The most beautiful skies as a matter of fact. Ah, the sunsets were purple and red and yellow and on fire and the clouds would catch the colors everywhere. That's neat 'cause I used to look at them all the time when I was little. You don't see that.
You might still see it in the desert.
Write me songfic for that.