ille potens sui
laetusque deget, cui licet in diem
dixisse "vixi: cras vel atra
nube polum Pater occupato

vel sole puro; non tamen irritum,
quodcumque retro est, efficiet neque
diffinget infectumque reddet,
quod fugiens semel hora vexit."

-- Quintus Horatius Flaccus

I have lived this afternoon pulling weeds in the garden, breathing the scent of Sophora flowers as the mocking bird sang. This evening I looked at photographs (on a stranger's blog) that were like reliving a day of my childhood. No matter what happens tomorrow, this peaceful beautiful day, was mine.

Here's the photo blog that was somehow like seeing the world through my own four year old eyes: http://picturesjustpictures.blogspot.com/