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
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
A rose must remain with the sun and the rain or its lovely promise won’t come true. – Ray Evans