The rest of my life

From A Rolling Stone

To pitch my tent with no prosy plan,

To range and to change at will;

To mock at the mastership of man,

To see Adventure's thrill.

Carefree to be, as a bird that sings;

To go my own sweet way;

To reck not at all what may befall,

But to live and to love each day.

To scorn all strife, and to view all life

With the curious eyes of a child;

From the plangent sea of the prairie,

From the slum to the heart of the Wild.

From the red-rimmed star to the speck of sand,

From the vast to the greatly small;

For I know that the whole for good is planned,

And I want to see it all.

-Robert Service

Last night I took a break from reading my AP World texts and Siddhartha and picked up a book of poetry I have been keeping by my bed. This was the first one I read, and it made my heart so happy.

I fell asleep and dreamed-up good things all night. : )

{Sunrise photo somewhere in CT}