And at once I knew, I was not magnificent
Hello m' starry blossoms, Got your cuppa ready for some semi-garden related ramblings? Warning: I do natter about two movies released almost thirty years ago in this post, but I've tried not to do any spoilers (I refuse to discuss movies with my dear brother, as he just can't help doing spoilers!). Sometimes, when scenes are so vast, solace can be found in feeling small again. The stars in the night sky do not care for my leaky guttering, or shit hair day, yet their ancient celestial song is sweet and comforting. Mountains know themselves to be magnificent. Our mundane matters are not. ...