Check out this talented woman. Holy hell.
Oh me! Oh life! of the questions of these recurring,
Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish,
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the struggle ever renew’d,
Of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me,
Of the empty and useless years of the rest, with the rest me intertwined,
The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?
I arrived at my Mothers today and it was time to pick my sister up from nursery.
When we got there, the lady in charge said that it was too cold to go outside in the snow, so they brought some snow inside with them and played with it on the tables. The drawing is one that Lola did of the snow.
