Dusting Off the Cobwebs, Rearranging the Shelves

It's been little over a year since my last post on this blog. But that's no matter. I've decided to start writing here again. Mostly just because I miss it an awful lot. A blog is one of the few places where a writer truly feels at home on the internet.

HAD I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
- W. B. Yeats (1865–1939)

Posted by Nicole Bianchi at 12:47 AM