A sure sign that Spring is here!

This, and the smell of BBQ coming in my open patio doors!

This Bitter Earth / On The Nature Of Daylight (Dinah Washington & Max Richter)

A haunting melody, paired with these thoughtful lyrics...it really is a mesmerizing piece for me.

A Dream Deferred

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?

Langston Hughes

Hm.

Hope is the worst of evils, for it prolongs the torments of man.

~Friedrich Nietzsche~