Awaiting Sunday Morning.

Surprises to come!
Now excuse me, I have a date with atrioventricular valves & "-er" conjugations.

"What had that flower to do with being white,

The wayside blue and innocent heal-all?

What brought the kindred spider to that height,

Then steered the white moth thither in the night?

What but design of darkness to appall?—

If design govern in a thing so small."

Thank you, writing 101 for letting me stumble upon this.

-M