At home in Indianapolis, I stayed in my old bedroom and crashed around midnight. While I’m back at my old house, I tend to regress as far as my reading materials. I often sift through all the old books still lying around (my parents throw away NOTHING), which are often books that I read when I was much, much younger.
It may not be surprising to know that I read a lot of fairy tales growing up, and had several big colletions. One such collection that I flipped through was a Reader’s Digest two-volume set. I remember the illustrations the most, and had an enjoyable hour just reading and drifting off to sleep.
The picture (above) is from a story called The Golden-Headed Fish. Next time I’m home, I should show you the big collection (international) of fairy tales that I had… and the Japanese story that scared the CRAP outta me as a kid. But that’s a story for another time. :)
This is not a particularly meaningful passage, but it jumped out at me as I was reading. And I made it a point to remember the sentence. When I read it, I got this flashback to being younger, and the wonder and magic of stories, of fables and parables, of fantastic tales… it all flooded back, albeit briefly.
I also like the rise and fall of the stresses and syllables. 
So they sailed and they sailed and they sailed, and at length they reached the shores of a great kingdom.
