“ Sophie felt as if she were encased in a glass globe called summer. ”
Their friendship is like a tapestry in a drawer. Today is the iron passing over the cloth, smoothing out the wrinkles, bring out the pattern that makes it unique and beautiful.
~ Nancy Thayer
Somewhere I read that human beings are the only creatures to spend the present driving themselves crazy about the future.
It's never too late-in fiction or in life-to revise.
