Oh, threats of hell and hopes of paradise!
One thing at least is certain -- this life flies;
One thing is certain, and the rest is lies;
The flower that once has blown forever dies.
from The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
One of those days: You get up early and have this little fantasy that you might get four or five things done before 8 a.m., but it turns out to be only one or two! Then the next thing you know, it's midnight! How does that happen?
You can find more irises on my current post:
"When the Iris Blows Blue"
The Fortnightly Kitti Carriker
A fortnightly [every 14th & 28th]
literary blog of connection & coincidence; custom & ceremony