‘Cause it’s so easy
To say it to a crowd
But it’s so hard, my love
To say it to you, my love

That’s good.

What if?

Hold my hand, Doctor. Try to see what I see. We’re so lucky we’re still alive to see this beautiful world. Look at the sky. It’s not dark and black, without character. The black is in fact deep blue. And over there, lighter blue. And blue and through the blueness and the blackness, the wind swirling through the air. And then shining, burning, bursting through through the stars. And you see how they throw their light. Everywhere we look, complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes.

Requested by Aro-rusco

And you, Doctor? What was the end of that sentence?

“What do you mean that’s your hand? You’ve got both your hands. I can see them!”

I’m sure this has been done a thousand times, but I don’t care. 

Last panel stolen lovingly from Kate Beaton.