I dwell in possibility-
A fairer house than Prose-
More numerous of windows-
Superior- for doors-
Of Chambers as the Cedars-
Impregnable of eye-
And for an Everlasting Roof
The gambrels of the sky-
Of visitors-the fairest-
For occupation- this-
the spreading wide my narrow hands
to gather Paradise-
This would be the perfect place to sit and read.
[and possibly finish a 17th century lit paper? maybe?]
It's been frustrating lately, not being in the same place
But looking for pictures,
I stumbled upon these
and remembered the times when I took these
so that he could remember my face
when Greg and I were apart for months at a time.
Being apart for weeks stinks,
but I'm grateful for the amount of time I do get to spend with him now.
[and yes, that is our French sock monkey. His name is Jacques.]
off to read [what else is new?], write [God willing],
and drink some tea.