"The morrow was a bright September morn;
The earth was beautiful as if newborn;
There was nameless splendor everywhere,
That wild exhilaration in the air,
Which makes the passers in the city street
Congratulate each other as they meet."
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Why did I know, with the first line, this was Longfellow? He has to be a favorite of yours.
Kathy
This made me smile in the last hour of my birthday. Thank you again for the sweet wishes :)
Kathy…yes, he is! ;)
Kayla…you are so welcome, and I’m glad this gave you another thing to smile about! :)