All the world's a stage And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. Then, the whining school-boy with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honor, sudden, and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
~ excerpt from William Shakespeare's As You Like It
Today, I had to stop working and rest for a while.
Beauty is everywhere.
Especially when you enjoy a delicious dessert with family.
It was nice to take a break and photograph the simple things in life.