Nancy With The Laughing Face

Sunrise on a foggy morning looks just the same as twilight, which is my favourite time of day. I'm sipping coffee to the backdrop of a sonorous horn--not a melancholy horn--a sonorous one that is in awe of Nancy, whomever she was.

I received a reply from one of my former professors. He would be delighted to help me. Now I need to send him several pieces of my work (a representative sample), a CV, and any other pertinent information. The ball is squarely back in my court.

On Thursday evening I am attending a Poetry reading on the campus I hope will be like a second home to me by this time next year.

In the words of Christina Aguilera "I've waited a long time for this; it feels right now."