First of all, pretend its Sunday. This should be routine with me by now. Secondly, enjoy this quote. I recently picked up a book of poetry by Evan S. Connell and have been completely enamored with it. Here’s one of my favorite sections:
“The Eskimo has twenty words
to express the conditions of snow.
The Tokelau Islander
has nine words for the ripeness of coconut.
I have not one word
to express my longing.
Da amantem et sentit quod dico; only another lover,
with love like mine, could understand.”