It's one of those cold rainy days you see in the movies. The ones were it feels like heaven has left a tap on steady drip and God's off surfing in Indonesia, and won't be back for a couple days.
My 3 little boys are at school.
I've just wrapped up my 2hrs of work, and came across this little gem.
Literally LITTLE.
It's bookworm nibbled, coffee brown aged, and has seen better days. But what is inside is timeless.
Keats Sonnets at their eternal best. From an age of poetic renaissance and mind altering lyrical prose, this book boldly takes ground in the heart.
"Nymph of the downward smile, and sidelong glance"...Keats.
You can picture this seen today as he orders his flat white from his local corner coffee house, the barrista handing him his coffee, to shy to say anything for the 1000th time in as many days, his breath taken away by her downward smile, that shy sidelong glance.
TIMELESS