A pair of red-winged blackbirds decorate the edge of a lake.
Another wonderful week of getting some reading done and even a bit of writing. It’s not as much writing as I’d thought, but in the great scope of the world that hardly matters. I read this:
“The faintness of the voice was pitiable and dreadful. It was not the faintness of physical weakness, though confinement and hard fare no doubt had their part in it.” -A Tale of Two Cities, Charles Dickens. (Dent: London Everyman’s Library, Dutton: New York, reprinted 1964)
My efforts over the past few days put toward A Fly on the Wall:
“A nice mirror, my love. For the bedroom?” Mora stared at him. “You want a mirror like this in the bedroom? Are you reading those magazines again, Sid?”