"I feel my boots
trying to leave the ground,
I feel my heart
pumping hard. I want
to think again of dangerous and noble things.
I want to be light and frolicsome.
I want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing,
as though I had wings."
(Starlings in Winter, Mary Oliver)
The sideblog of a bibliophile with an irrepressible fondness for pretty things.