Myrna could spend happy hours browsing bookcases. She felt if she could just get a good look at a person’s bookcase and their grocery cart, she’d pretty much know who they were.
Color has got me. I no longer need to chase after it. It has got me for ever. I know it. That is the meaning of this happy hour.
Fair thoughts and happy hours attend on you.
Yet a little while, and (the happy hour) will be over, nor ever more shall we be able to recall it.