Goddess, I Am.

And so dewy Iris flew down from the sky on saffron-colored wings, trailing a thousand different colors across the sun… - From Virgil’s Aeneid

Here’s one for laughs. This is the fancy schmancy marble marker of our fancy schmancy condo's fancy schmancy club house.

You’d think they could at least spell check. Who says the Renaissance produced geniuses?

NOTE: This post was inspired by Riva's Thanks to Barok English.