Still, looking through the old volumes was soothing, because thinking of the past made the present seem a little less real.
The one Bach piece I learnt made me feel I was being repeatedly hit on the head with a teaspoon.
Why is summer mist romantic and autumn mist just sad?
I like seeing people when they can't see me.
I have found that sitting in a place where you have never sat before can be inspiring.
Father says hot water can be as stimulating as an alcoholic drink and though I never come by one...I can well believe it.