Morning Winter Fog
Whatever torch we kindle, and whatever space it may illuminate, our horizon will always remain encircled by the depth of night. – Arthur Schopenhauer
Whatever torch we kindle, and whatever space it may illuminate, our horizon will always remain encircled by the depth of night. – Arthur Schopenhauer
There is another alphabet, whispering from every leaf, singing from every river, shimmering from every sky. – Dejan Stojanovic
As the saturating colors of sun-life fade from sight, the ominous moon reaches out its long arm and applies the dark dyes of night. ― Daniel J. Rice, This Side of a Wilderness
I will be the gladdest thing Under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers And not pick one. – Edna St. Vincent Millay, “Afternoon on a Hill“