OK. I WAS aiming for a long weekend but…whatev’s.

So.

Today I choose Byron.

Mad. Bad. And dangerous to know.

(No shit, Sherlock!)

 

“There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep Sea, and music in its roar:
I love not Man the less, but Nature more,
From these our interviews, in which I steal
From all I may be, or have been before,
To mingle with the Universe, and feel
What I can ne’er express, yet cannot all conceal.”
― Lord Byron, Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage

 

Have an AbFab weekend y’all.

Greta. OUT :o)