Spontaneous poetry reading

For no particular reason, here's me reading Gerard Manley Hopkins' Spring and Fall: To a Young Child. Struck by inspiration, I guess? Although I ought to be finishing my big bang draft.

I dunno, maybe the adult being bitter shines through a little too much in lines 5-8 in the reading? But that's the way I was feeling it when I read it, so. Comments on the reading welcome. : )

Not living on an island after all : (

I just got a text message from the shared housing people I thought I was going to live with, and they didn't want me after all. : ( I suppose I shouldn't have assumed too much after meeting up with one of them, but she said they didn't have any other people interested then, and I felt like we connected really well? She said she felt good about it, too. *puzzled* And I really wanted to live out on the islands, too.

Ah well, I suppose a likely scenario is that someone they already knew turned up and wanted to move in. Start over again, I guess. *is a little downcast*