Wednesday, August 20, 2008

First Blog


It sounded as if the streets were running,

And then the streets stood still.

Eclipse was all we could see at the window,

And awe was all we could feel.

By and by the bravest stole out of his covert,

To see if time was there.

Nature was in her beryl apron,

MIXING FRESHER AIR.


- Emily Dickinson -

2 comments:

Venti Iced No Water Americano said...

Right on sister..I love that you are doing this now.

edwardnbella said...

Love it! thx for the pic