“I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realises an emotion at the time. It expands later, and thus we don't have complete emotions about the present, only about the past.” ― Virginia Woolf There are days such as these, where mundaneness begets joy. When the ordinary becomes cherished. When nothing... Continue Reading →
This is why I love to fly.
Dr J anxiously waits for the boarding call. In the days gone by, she would have loved the waiting time. She would have strolled the stores and had cup after cup of bad, overpriced coffee and doughy donuts. But not today. Lil' Z isn't a happy chappy. She was dragged out of her bed at... Continue Reading →