a gift

Came back to my desk this afternoon, and some little elf had apparently been sitting in my chair and left her copy of Wuthering Heights on my desk. Another chair was pulled up directly across, so it appeared as though she had been reading aloud to someone else.

Whoever she was, she left the book open to the best passage of all time (highlighted in aqua, no less)! A lovely gift to return to - anytime.

"My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath - a source of little visible delight, but necessary..."