There is no frigate like a book
To take us lands away,
Nor any coursers like a page
Of prancing poetry.
This traverse may the poorest take
Without oppress of toll;
How frugal is the chariot
That bears a human soul!
Tomorrow early in the morning I will pack my recent book (more in my book post in September) and my Kindle to enter a plane again. This time it's only a short flight over to my sister's place, while the books will take me more far away at the same time.
I'll be back in a week with new stories to tell. Take care for so long!