As I think I may have mentioned, I could have happily lived in an earlier time -- the 19th century calls my name. My favorite books are ones where the heroine must rise in the halflight of morning and wash in a porcelain basin, perhaps cracking the skim of ice from the surface first. The Little Princess. Jane Eyre. The Tenant of Wildfell Hall.
But then the glorious morning light would warm our heroine as she stoked the fire and gazed out the window to the fields beyond. And day would just be dawning. And it would be beautiful.
Circulating's photograph takes my breath away. May all our days begin like this.
Until next time.
--lucy @ a little light reading
Brittain Territory by circulating