It's the middle of the week folks. As each moment passes, the weekend approaches. Rather than a rant, I will leave you with an excerpt of one of my favorite poems, Dover Beach. The image is of one of my favorite beaches on Marco Island, Florida. Ciao infidels.
The Sea of Faith
Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore
Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furl'd.
But now I only hear
Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,
Retreating, to the breath
Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear
And naked shingles of the world.
--- Matthew Arnold, Dover Beach