The Arena – Lindsey Stirling
The quote at the beginning is by Theodore Roosevelt;
“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.”
The joy of rain
There is something so mesmerizing about rainy days.
The sound of thunders; seeing the sky go luminous for a second and feel the roar of a beast echoing through the drops. Counting the seconds to know how far that lightning may or may not have struck.
The smell of wet grass; the flavor of a hot beverage.
Watching the animals disappear and the streets go empty, knowing that tomorrow is gonna be another day and people won’t mind if it rains again or not… but I do.
During those days I find peace of mind, I cannot explain it. I can do everything better, even if it’s just for a day. Reading, writing. Thinking.
Nothing, I just love rain that’s all.
Matching ties
Trust Restrained Elegance to pay attention to the matching ties and gag with Millie Fenton’s kimono, does wonders for my OCD 😉