The best thing about blogging is that, what seems to be a one-way outreach, turns into a very beneficial thing for me. As well as the cathartic outlet it provides me, it brings beauty into my life. Not one, but two people sent me poetry after my last post. One I had read before and appreciated like polishing my favourite silver, the other was new to me – and had the foreignness of America, and the universal beauty of pain and strength. Who knew that today I would end up reading poetry? And with my insomnia, I will choose a book out of poetry section of my library. What old friends are there?