A typical afternoon to myself: work on my lesson plan about Harper Lee, strut around the city for miles, show off the new middle part in my hair (many thanks to @lauralocks_og), smile like an idiot at every person who looks my way.
Landscapes. Far is the sky and we are on the earth but that is okay. Strange are the dreams and scattered is our memory but such is all right. Tricky is the world whilst innocent is our heart and it will be hurt but light will prevail. Bright is the sun and knowing are the eyes of the beloved. Sure are the lines writ in the hand by God and the process of the Whole.