Eskdale

A few days away with favourite people in a favourite place. Feels much needed.

Philosophy Poetry Friday
Each heart has its haunted chamber
Where the silent moonlight falls!
On the floor are mysterious footsteps
There are whispers along the wallsl

And mine at times is haunted
By phantoms of the Past,
As motionless as shadows
By the silent moonlight cast.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Feels luxurious to be able to pick up a non text book :-)