Wednesday, August 28, 2013
There will be time, there will be time . . .
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea. - TS Eliot, The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock
Or maybe I just like squinting. Haven't decided yet. There will be time, there will be time.
In the meantime, I'm dreaming of another loud combination that screams summer in the city (coffee, water parks, hot concrete, brown eyed susans and echinacia flowers, bricks, mud, rain, humidity, candy, ice cream, popsicles, playground equipment . . . )