Dec. 6th Thought for the day

With every experience, you alone are painting your own canvas, thought by thought, choice by choice.


WILL there really be a morning?Is there such a thing as day?Could I see it from the mountains If I were as tall as they? Has it feet like water-lilies?Has it feathers like a bird?Is it brought from famous countriesOf which I have never heard? Oh, some scholar! Oh, some sailor!Oh, some wise man from the skies!Please to tell a little pilgrim Where the place called morning lies!
Emily Dickenson