Lake Surface
From birth, man carries the weight of gravity on his shoulders. He is bolted to earth. But man has only to sink beneath the surface and he is free. – Jacques Cousteau Advertisements
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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
Feathered Fog
Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops at all. ― Emily Dickinson
April Showers
Under the thinning fog the surf curled and creamed, almost without sound, like a thought trying to form itself on the edge of consciousness. – Raymond Chandler, The Big Sleep
Fresh Day
Show me a day when the world wasn’t new. – Sister Barbara Hance