I was afreaid to come back here this morning, because I logged off just after asking what ACL was, and then hung my head in shame just as i went to bed, realising what a fool I was.
And, just returning the greeting, Hey Dreamer, how are you?
The rain we knew is a thing of the past -
deep-delving, dark, deliberate you would say
browsing on spire and bogland; but today
our sky-blue slates are steaming in the sun,
our yachts tinkling and dancing in the bay
like racehorses. We contemplate at last
shining windows, a future forbidden to no one.
Derek Mahon
"Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets."
Arthur Miller