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mad_muses: Steinbeck Quote
Mar. 14th, 2009 11:40 pmooc: 3 years after this.
“Men do change, and change comes like a little wind that ruffles the curtains at dawn, and it comes like the stealthy perfume of wildflowers hidden in the grass.”
-John Steinbeck
New Orleans in the summertime was hot and sticky, but at night when Sam opened the windows to his apartment and the breeze from the Gulf swept into their living room, life became easier. Jazz music from the street players and the smells from the restaurants downstairs filtered up. It mixed with the flower smells from the trees and gardens nearby, making the curtains dance with the mixture of life.
Sam sat at his desk, a large book open in front of him, writing in a pad while holding up an old coin. He had left the hunting business after killing Lilith, and - with the help of Johnny's grandmother, Angeline - moved here to start anew.
But while you can take the boy out of the hunt, you can't take the hunter out of the boy. The Winchesters were considered experts in the field, and even if Sam refused to be in the 'game', it didn't stop people from coming to his door asking for help. The word spread, and soon he had not only hunters, but half of New Orleans coming to him for help with their ghosts, potions, and hoodoo questions.
( . . . )
“Men do change, and change comes like a little wind that ruffles the curtains at dawn, and it comes like the stealthy perfume of wildflowers hidden in the grass.”
-John Steinbeck
New Orleans in the summertime was hot and sticky, but at night when Sam opened the windows to his apartment and the breeze from the Gulf swept into their living room, life became easier. Jazz music from the street players and the smells from the restaurants downstairs filtered up. It mixed with the flower smells from the trees and gardens nearby, making the curtains dance with the mixture of life.
Sam sat at his desk, a large book open in front of him, writing in a pad while holding up an old coin. He had left the hunting business after killing Lilith, and - with the help of Johnny's grandmother, Angeline - moved here to start anew.
But while you can take the boy out of the hunt, you can't take the hunter out of the boy. The Winchesters were considered experts in the field, and even if Sam refused to be in the 'game', it didn't stop people from coming to his door asking for help. The word spread, and soon he had not only hunters, but half of New Orleans coming to him for help with their ghosts, potions, and hoodoo questions.
( . . . )
