"Sometimes it rains and you're glad that you're sheltered and dry; then there are these times where you just want to go out and join it in its dance."
Here is the ancient floor,
Footworn and hollowed thin,
Here was the former door
Where the dead feet walked in.
She sat here in her chair,
Smiling into the fire;
He who played stood there,
Bowing it higher and higher.
Childlike, I danced in a dream;
Blessings emblazoned that day;
Everything glowed with a gleam;
Yet we were looking away!
— 'The Self Unseeing' by Thomas Hardy
Many special thanks to those two friends of mine. :)
*Edited slightly with photoshop curves. (I don't know how blogger managed to reduce the quality of my photos so much, but to view the full photo, just click on them.)