We need time to dream, time to remember, and time to reach the infinite. Time to be.
the tentacles of today reach out like an octopus to swallow yesterday.
Old houses, I thought, do not belong to people ever, not really, people belong to them.
April is a promise of what's to come.
nothing decorates a home like books. There they are, waiting to decorate the mind, too!
Christmas is a kindling of new fires.