It evokes imagery that I aspire to encompass in real life, but have not yet grasped. I find that most people I have met or know that I think of as eloquent really encompass all things patient, regal, and respected. .. don't those things sound grand?
Since I'm reading quite a bit this Summer thanks to Grad School, it is as if I find myself reacquainted with an old friend that I had long forgotten. We met at Mr. Pine's Purple House, which was the first book I read alone aloud. Reading was dead to me after undergrad, but I think I'm starting to re-kindle the fire, folks. Embarrassing to admit, yes. Not as embarrassing as my childhood habits of reading by flashlight under the covers, or scaring myself with Anne Frank stories late at night out of a Highlights magazine. Those exciting literary adventures can wait for explanation, I suppose!
Today is Tuesday, so I guess that's my "thoughtful" post. I promise to deliver more substance as soon as I can :)