As Light as a Feather

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all...

Not a bad day today. The chill in the air has brought with it a rather sombre mood. The sunshine did its very best to contest it though. Study, study and more study on the agenda for me. With a bit of fun squeezed in there too somewhere of course. I am a scarfie after all...

...I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
-Emily Dickenson