Spring
It was such a spring day as breathes into a man an ineffable yearning, a painful sweetness, a longing that makes him stand motionless, looking at the leaves or grass [or snow], and… Continue reading
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Vanishing Point
It is the dim haze of mystery that adds enchantment to pursuit. – Antoine de Rivarol
Schism
The only way to make sense out of change is to plunge into it, move with it, and join the dance. – Alan Watts
Shamrock Rain
May your blessings outnumber The shamrocks that grow, And may trouble avoid you Wherever you go. – Irish Blessing
Celebrating Water (3/3)
Moody and withdrawn, the lake unites a haunting loveliness to a raw desolateness. – Dale Morgan