Immensity To Dream In
“A garden to walk in and immensity to dream in–what more could he ask? A few flowers at his feet and above him the stars.”
― Victor Hugo
I’m not sure which is my least favorite month, but it would be a toss up between August and March. March cant decide if it is still winter, or if it would like to be spring. August is just so hot and forever long. Actually, I suppose they are both equally long and drawn out at 5 weeks each.
But at least August still has flowers. And therefore, dreams to get lost in.