There's only one story in the news this morning...
(and, no, sorry readers from the USA, it's not the one about that Trump dude)
Fort McMurray is burning. Bad.
In a remarkably short period of time yesterday what was a very bad situation became an unimaginable one. Hot windy weather turned a forest fire into a conflagration that has by now destroyed at least three city neighbourhoods and forced the evacuation of the entire population of 70-80,000 people. When you factor in the fact that there are only two ways out - north to the oil sands, or south towards Edmonton - it is remarkable that this has been accomplished with a minimum of chaos. Even more remarkably is the fact that - so far - no serious injuries or fatalities have occurred. Ironically, a shortage of gas has hindered the exodus.
...is a tribute to the poet's friend -- and likely his lover -- whom many believe to be the Earl of Southampton. Sonnet 29 proclaims that the young man is the poet's redeemer and this theme continues in [Sonnet 30]. The poet's sorrowful recollections of dead friends are sparked by the lover's absence and can be quelled only by thoughts of his lover, illustrating the poet's dependence on his dear friend for spiritual and emotional support.
I don't recall reading this sonnet in high school nor anything about male lovers!
The procrastinator in me can also relate to:
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me;
from Richard II, Act V, Scene V.
I also like that they picked what, to me, is an unfamiliar quote from Romeo and Juliet:
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
(Act I, Scene I)
I had to laugh though at this online comment I found in response to a query about what this line mean: