Conducting violin lessons is quite fun, except when I keep hearing the same songs (often played out of tune) again and again. Thankfully I still remember how to play those songs.
Busy week ahead. Can't wait for next week, when I can finally meet the seniors and get down to my long-overdue writing. And cycling at the beach (Simmer! this is for you). And swimming (Haha Dhevy, we should go at the crack of dawn. I'll catch the very first bus from here). Not to mention lotsa movies with lotsa different people. And reading the lovely new poetry book I bought. I can't wait to do Literature at Uni.
I love the poems in The Lord of the Rings. Nothing too metaphorical, and they're beautiful. Here's one by Bilbo Baggins, sung at Rivendell (the House of Elrond), on the eve (I think) of the departure of the Fellowship. Read till the end.
I sit beside the fire and think
of all that I have seen,
of meadow-flowers and butterflies
in summers that have been;
Of yellow leaves and gossamer
in autumns that there were,
with morning mist and silver sun
and wind upon my hair.
I sit beside the fire and think
of how the world will be
when winter comes without a spring
that I shall ever see
For still there are so many things
that I have never seen:
in every wood in every spring
there is different green.
I sit beside the fire and think
of people long ago,
and people who will see a world
that I shall never know.
But all the while I sit and think
of times there were before,
I listen for returning feet
and voices at the door.
