There Is An Ancient Conversation Going On Between Mosses And Rocks, Poetry To Be Sure. About Light And

I was always attracted not by some quantifiable, external beauty, but by something deep down, something absolute. Just as some people have a secret love for rainstorms, earthquakes, or blackouts, I liked that certain, undefinable something.

Haruki Murakami, The Unvisited

“Mushrooms were the roses in the garden of that unseen world....”

Out of the trees wild people stepped forth...

“Love does not consist of gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.”

A delicate fabric of bird song Floats in the air, The smell of wet wild earth Is everywhere. Oh I must pass nothing by Without loving it much, The raindrop try with my lips, The grass with my touch; For how can I be sure I shall see again The world on the first of May Shining after the rain?

A sunset is the sun’s fiery kiss to the night.

Walk with the dreamers, the believers, the courageous, the cheerful, the planners, the doers, the successful people with their heads in the clouds and their feet on the ground. Let their spirit ignite a fire within you to leave this world better than when you found it...

But when fall comes, kicking summer out on its treacherous ass as it always does one day sometime after the midpoint of September, it stays awhile like an old friend that you have missed. It settles in the way an old friend will settle into your favorite chair and take out his pipe and light it and then fill the afternoon with stories of places he has been and things he has done since last he saw you 

The world is full of obvious things which nobody by any chance ever observes.

If you were born without wings, do nothing to prevent them from growing.

Coco Chanel