And sometimes I expect things to be different. I expect things to improve. To stop biting my nails and forgetting to blow out the candles. I expect things to be different just because I go somewhere different.
"Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light; I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night." A little doodle by Charlie-Bowater for one the most beautiful lines from any poem, The Old Astronomer by Sarah Williams.