That is what happens when you have a favorite book – you read it over and over, cover to cover. You read it again because you want to relive the magic that made you fall in love with it in the first place.
A little poem about self love and letting go. It’s a good day, and even better when I can inspire myself (and hopefully others) to be good, to feel better.
“Nobody started it, nobody is going to stop it. It will talk as long as it wants, this rain. As long as it talks I am going to listen.”
“Nostalgia in reverse, the longing for yet another strange land, grew especially strong in spring.”