Relocation

Jupiter Artland

Urbs

The Island

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul. 

William Ernest Henley

Environment

I think, maybe, your environment accounts for your mood a lot more than I thought.

Gone from a dark, dank, dirty living room of doom into a cosy, sunlit bedroom of bliss. (with jaffa cakes)

I may resume my study session with a spring in my step.

That's my Garden

And that's my Dad.

New horizons