Sojourn

Back to where eyes gaze into infinity...




And hearts roam free...






A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
(Endymion, Book 1, l 1 - 5)


I guess I'll see you when I see you.