Rejoice in the Lord always. Again, I say rejoice!
- Philippians 4:4

This is the bird room in our house... this is where I am choosing to spend my afternoon with homework. 

"Dear old world', [Anne] murmured, 'you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you."

This is me this week. Heather ANNE. I can not stop admiring the world. The loveliness of it. And I am so very glad to be alive in it.

This week, the sun has arrived. It is our yearly clear January week. It is cold and crisp at night. Foggy and icy in the mornings. And sunny and clear in the afternoons. I will have bouts of cheerfulness when the drizzle returns Wednesday, but for the days that Mrs. Sun displays her confidence, I will rejoice in her.

The loveliness of the world the past few days has increase my vocabulary. Well... the loveliness mixed with some reading of British dramatics and Gothics. I have been admiring casualties, as if they were novelties. and turning normals into extremes.

I have been chasing the sun, capturing the majestic mountains, and glorifying in the day.

Seasons

The seasons pant by

worn out

passing the baton onto the next 

The seasons drip with the perspiration of hard work

they dry up already barren land

they lengthen suffocating days

and shorten dreary suns

The seasons run a race of four legs

a race without an end

a race that goes the same pace each time round

a race that really isn't a race at all

The seasons taste of a pie cut in fourths

of a fruitful bounty

of a lush surprise

of a consistent world.