Journal day 51

I was speaking to someone today. He was a man who worked in a library, an interesting man and clever man. He said the best way to raise a human was through this manner: Graeme Base, Lloyd Alexander, Neil Gaiman. I did not understand him entirely.

The sky today held some interest - as with most days. It was a fretful sky, a mistrusting sky. Throughout the day there was one patch of honest blue sky, changing with the clouds and promising clearer days ahead. The patch reminded me that the entire sky is a luscious azure above all the grey. It was a heartening thought, but one that made me the smallest bit homesick.