"The writer, unlike his non-writing adult friend, has no predisposed outlook; he seldom observes deliberately. He sees what he did not intend to see; he remembers what does not seem wholly possible. Inattentive learner in the schoolroom of life, he keeps some faculty free to veer and wander. His is the roving eye." A scribbled quote, stuck in-between the pages of a pending novel. It seems to be the week of zealous reading, and ginger-lemonade sipping. I seem to be stuck in a an English-Romantic state of mind.
Currently reading this. To see the movie adaptation.
Relying on this breakfast.
And, gathering a new reading list.
This new conception of a new Spring is alluring. The birds have been very celebratory. Mr. Gee has been moved back into the children's pool. And, the last frost is quickly approaching.
What new things await you, as Spring begins to come about?
