"In this divine glass, they see face to face; and their converse is free, as well as pure. This is the comfort of friends, that though they may be said to die, yet their friendship and society are, in the best sense, ever present, because immortal."
~William Penn, More Fruits of Solitude.
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Random Angle - Those darn flute urges
Why is it that I always get the hankering to play my flute proud at 11:00 at night?