“I forgot that there were fields, woods, rivers, seas, an ever-changing sky outside the steam-dimmed lattice of this sick-chamber; I was almost content to forget it.” — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“her mind preoccupied, her gaze trained on the changing sky—partly cloudy, partly clear—as they neared the downtown Atlanta area. Bradford pears and planters filled with flowers added a splash of color among the concrete and glass and steel. “Y-you realize,… — Rhonda Nelson Copy Share Image
