While I was reading the newspaper this morning, I thought that the older I get, the less I understand people. Or rather, I understand better how little I understand people.
I need to do some car driving today, and lots of other things to take care of also. But perhaps there is some time to go for a walk when it is still light. Here is some darkness in contrast.
(Posting title is from the poem Alastor; or, The Spirit of Solitude by Percy Bysshe Shelley.)
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