The River
The Mole was bewitched, entranced, fascinated. By the side of the river he trotted as one trots, when very small, by the side of a man who holds one spell-bound by exciting stories; and when tired at last, he sat on the bank, while the river still chattered on to him, a babbling procession of the best stories in the world, sent from the heart of the earth to be told at last to the insatiable sea.
- Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows
Aaaaaaahhh...why can't I write like this?
ReplyDeleteI loved that story as a kid! I hope you're having fun!!
ReplyDeleteThis is perfect in so many ways. Bewitching picture and bewitching words.
ReplyDeleteLove it! Hope you are having a good time!
ReplyDeleteLove. i love that book so much. i've read the stories to all my boys.
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ReplyDeleteps. Wow, what a cityscape.
<3 lovely sight. hope you are having a time of your life!
ReplyDeleteKatrina Sophia Blog
Hey Rooth, I hope you are doing alright Xx c:
ReplyDeleteLovely words!
Lovely! But why did there have to be a mole?
ReplyDeleteOn another topic, who was Tim and why was the river named after him??? Perhaps he owned it at one time. lol
Damn, and here I was thinking Paris did 'moody' super well. xo
ReplyDeleteOne of my favorite books! And so perfect for that photo! {are you in Paris?!!}
ReplyDeletexo Mary Jo
One, even with the seriously looking clouds, that is such a lovely view--perfect backdrop for reading, non? Two, I really must reread The Wind in the Willows . . . it was a favorite when I was young!
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