Tuesday, 13 July 2010


The holiest of all holidays are those
Kept by ourselves in silence and apart;
The secret anniversaries of the heart,*

Even ideas to stay alive need fresh air. They have taken a holiday.
How can they be denied?

*Holidays by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


Anonymous said...

:-) :-) :-)
happy holidaying!

Anonymous said...

haven't you been holidaying long enough.. come back. :-) :-)