I love to write and to speak at length about things I believe in, little parts of life that I love passionately.
There's one small passage in Shakespeare's Hamlet typifies how I feel right now, though.

Polonius: What do you read, my lord?
Hamlet: Words, words, words.
Hamlet, 2. 2

So, in place of rants that I might go on right now, please enjoy the views I was a part of today. There're also a couple of photos of the tunnel that brings water from the other side of the mountain to us in SpringTowne and one of the wee birdie who flew onto my shoulder for a few seconds, just this morning.