On words beginning with "L"

Life can be so g-damn confusing sometimes.  Well, all the time.  And words, words make it all worse.  I mean we put so much importance behind words, we let them dictate our lives.  For instance, one little four letter word, starts with an "L," bet you can guess which I'm talking about...people say it or don't say it, like it's going to change life or something.  And sometimes it does change life, make it all more complicated; but really-it's just a word.

So I'm a romantic, or supposed to be I guess.  But some days, sometimes I'm really ready to take my Austen and throw it out the window.  Setting people up to believe in simple things like "love..."  nothing simple about it.  But I know that I would plod outside, dust it off and try to put the gold-leafed pages back to order.

So here's my confession: I'm a romantic, born in the wrong era completely, who is not in love in the least and who is beginning to get a jaded view of that subject.  So, back to the books for me, to re-inspire some belief in all of this.  Today it's "Love on the Rocks: Stories of Rusticators and Romance on Mount Desert Island."

"Mount Desert, the discovered, the appropriated, the fashionable Mount Desert was only another name for a carnival of pleasure, a Turks paradise of beauties... From the caves there came the echo of gay laughter; through the forest there moved the flutter of french gowns.  The rocks were made picturesquely alive with vivid, brilliant splashes of color, and a perfectly bewildering maze of loveliness was to be gazed upon at the hops and Germans."