The Moon bends her arc…

“Come with me home. 

The stars rise, the moon bends her arc, 

Each glowworm winks her spark,

Let us get home before night grows dark:

For clouds may gather

Though this is summer weather,

Put out the lights and drench us through;

Then if we lost our way what should we do?”

—“The Goblin Market” by Christina Rossetti

Creating a galaxy in a coffee cup

"One who has drunk strong coffee not only appears more lively in the mirror, but also sees the image of himself more vividly." --Friedrich Nietzsche

Golden days

"Oh, don't you wonder when the light begins to fade?
And the clolck just makes the colors turn to grey
Forever younger growing older just the same
All the memories that we make will never change..."

Panic! at the Disco -- "Golden Days"





"O! would I were the golden light
That shines around thee now
As slumber shades the spotless white
Of that unclouded brow
It watches through each changeful dream
Thy features varied play
It meets thy waking eyes soft gleam
By dawn by opening day."
                   --Charlotte Bronte