If the world were merely seductive, that would be easy. If it were merely challenging, that would be no problem. But I arise in the morning, torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day... EB White
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
I'm a HUGE fan of mornings. The morning presents a quite mystical quality. Birds herald its arrival. Colors are at their best, before the harshness by the overhead sun. Just ask this lily, it will surely tell you it much prefers to have its picture taken in the morning.