Tea With The Mad Hatters

There is another sky,
Ever serene and fair,
And there is another sunshine,
Though it be darkness there;
Never mind faded forests, Austin,
Never mind silent fields -
Here is a little forest,
Whose leaf is ever green;
Here is a brighter garden,
Where not a frost has been;
In its unfading flowers
I hear the bright bee hum: Prithee, my brother,
Into my garden come!

-Emily Dickinson

Clearly, I took these with an average digital. Clearly, it was no average day.