And waited your love through a February sleep,
I see birds swinging in, watched them multiply...
Like beauty spots marking a still perfect cheek.
I see them bending the air, slipping away, for what birds seek.
-From "The Balance Wheel" by Anne Sexton
Morning at the former Princeton Inn, a 1920s hotel (now student residence) overlooking a spot where the British made an almost-last stand in 1777. Enjoy your weekend!