"If Music be the food of Love, Play on!" -- Wm. Shakespeare, Twelfth Night
Monday, October 12, 2009
The Grieving Maiden
I drive past this mountain on a fairly regular basis, and always look for the maiden. One legend tells that she died because of grief over a dead lover, but most believe that was a story made up to get sightseers to stop. Regardless, I always look for her as I drive north. This day, she was pulling a veil up over her.