"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.
Anyone else guilty of over thinking? Thought so! I actually have a printout of this above my desk as a reminder. Sometimes, when you’re all chaos inside, it’s a nice thing to remember that a) you’re probably over thinking a