Tuesday, November 22, 2005
Wordsworth makes good company on days like this:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
...
Rain brings respite.
Cool weather relaxes.
But circumstances compel me to rebel-
Anarchy against nature's comfortable institution that
Puts the rest of the world to sleep.
planted @
1:48 PM
