Morning
Each day is a little life: every waking and rising a little birth, every fresh morning a little youth, every going to rest and sleep a little death. – Arthur Schopenhauer
Tag Archive: Lake Michigan
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Pancake Ice
Let us love winter for it is the spring of genius – Pietro Aretino
The Lake
Die if I must, let my bones turn to dust I’m the lord of the lake and I don’t wanna leave it – Lord Huron, The Ghost on the Shore
Falling Light
Light gives of itself freely, filling all available space. It does not seek anything in return; it asks not whether you are friend or foe. It gives of itself and is not thereby… Continue reading
Through the Fog
I believe a lot of our lives are spent asleep, and what I’ve been trying to do is hold on to those moments when a little spark cuts through the fog and nudges… Continue reading