  Broch in the Wee-oors Tomorrow you will be hidden between fantasy whisps, seen cloudy through haze, yet glowing constant, at least for the time I'll need your reflection over these shadows... But this morning as I look out from my perch of a top step, you are the silver globe at the end of some intangible twine, held ever safe by the brightest star in the sky. - Broch is the Scots term meaning a halo around the moon or sun. Wee-oors, well, the wee hours of the morning. 
