I'm a girl who belongs in another era... either medieval times, when knights went on quests and fought gallant battles to win the fair maiden's heart, or in the early 19th century, when gentlemen and ladies courted and danced the night away and shot witticisms at each other. My perfect night would be spent sitting in a squishy armchair or fur rug with a good book, a warm mugful of something and a wonderful friend in front of a large fireplace with a merry, crackling fire.
I'm a Christian, a dancer, a graduated homeschooler, a dreamer, and a dabbler in many things.
I sit beside the fire and think of all that I have seen, of meadow-flowers and butterflies in summers that have been;
Of yellow leaves and gossamer in autumns that there were, with morning mist and silver sun and wind upon my hair.
I sit beside the fire and think of how the world will be when winter comes without a spring that I shall ever see.
For still there are so many things that I have never seen: in every wood in every spring there is a different green.
I sit beside the fire and think of people long ago, and people who will see a world that I shall never know.
But all the while I sit and think of times there were before, I listen for returning feet and voices at the door.
-Bilbo Baggins, The Fellowship of the Ring by J. R. R. Tolkien
Books
Reading: Towards Zero by Agatha Christie In the Steps of the Master by H. V. Morton
Finished: Strong Poison by Dorothy Sayers The Complete Lord Peter Wimsey stories by Dorothy Sayers The Unpleasantness at the Bellona Club by Dorothy Sayers Funerals are Fatal by Agatha Christie
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