came the full-bursting of its hinted splendor!
and yes, it made the melancholy bohemian smile with pleasure.
using the words of the poet John Greenleaf Whittier,
"Close to my heart I fold each lovely thing
the sweet day yields",
the bohemian savored the small remarkable moment.
on such a melancholy day, what soothes the heart better than poetry?"Ink runs from the corners of my mouth. There is no happiness like mine. I have been eating poetry." -Mark Strand one last half-hidden moment of amusement... black cat made the bohemian laugh out loud. no small accomplishment on such a day as this one... seek the joy even on its hidden days... because life is soooo good.