Full fathom five thy father lies,
Of his bones are coral made,
Those are pearls that were his eyes,
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change,
into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell,
Hark! now I hear them, ding-dong bell.
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Sipping a cappuccino on a piazza in a little fishing village in Sicily makes for a wonderful morning.
But you know what? Grabbing a cappuccino to sip on my walk to my new teaching job is pretty fantastic, too.