“The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved: loved for ourselves – say rather, loved in spite of ourselves. . . No, light is not lost where love enters. And what love! A love wholly founded in purity. There is no blindness where there is certainty.” – Les Miserables The Bishop … More The Bishop
Scratchy blanket draped on top of soft, rich grass. Stretched out, eyes closed, pile of good books beside me. Reveling in the heat from the sun and the cool from the wind. Autumn sensations.