Love's not Time's fool...

Sonnet 116
Let me not to marriage of true minds admit impediments.

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

William Shakespeare
(1564 - 1616)

Today was an unusual day for me. It didn't start terribly well, and it's end is somewhat marred... someone hit into my car from behind rather hard as I was stationery in traffic this morning, and I got a pretty raw deal of whiplash as a result.

The afternoon was spent sitting in the doctor's surgery, and trotting between there and the radiology place. I didn't have any time, nor ability, to get creative with my shots like I had originally hoped. I felt dissipated, and sore.

But, when I arrived home, my love greeted me - in hand, a big Valentine's bear and a huge hug.

Sometimes I think to much about being creative - when all I need is right in front of me.

And, sometimes, the words of others do better justice than my own. On days such as these, Shakespeare always seems to fit best.

Happy Valentine's Day to all of you.