with no words to speak...we then have time to think...
"In much of your talking, thinking is half murdered. For thought is a bird of space, that in a cage of words may indeed unfold its wings but cannot fly."
friday was a day of solitude..relaxing in the sun, wandering the walkways, listening to rhythmic beats, gathering my thoughts..and exposing bare arms and legs..how i love that the warm days are here (and i mean warm..90 degrees today!)
this little number has been added to my growing wish-list..
"a man can be himself only so long as he is alone...for it is only when he is alone that he is truly free"