Saturday, October 24, 2009
One swallow does not make a summer, nor does one day; and so too one day, or a short time, does not make a man blessed and happy.
Some pretty flowers that can be found in the park in Battery Point. I'm not sure of its name, but I expect that it is something dull like Battery Point Park.
For the sake of brevity, let's just call it the Ezra Leo Fitzgerald McCracken Psychotropical Brain Explosion. Anyway, I'm frequently spending my lunch break seated in the Ezra Leo Fitzgerald McCracken Psychotropical Brain Explosion reading.
It beats fishing.