Too many days indoors, and I'm searching for something to spice up the days.
Meandering, tunneling and sliding through an ice castle with red-cheeked little boys,
as well as a lovely new entry in my commomplace notebook
were two recent late-winter boosts.
Better though difficult, the right way to go,
Than wrong, though easy, where the end is woe.
To go back is nothing but death,
to go forward is fear of death, and life everlasting beyond it.
I will yet go forward.
I am sure to be in safety there: I must venture.