somedays

      Somedays I am the Flowers, Somedays I am the Rain ~ pavana

a large drop of sun

    “A large drop of sun lingered on the horizon and then dripped over and was gone, and the sky was brilliant over the spot where it had gone, and a torn cloud, like a bloody rag, hung over the spot of its going. And dusk crept over the sky from the eastern horizon, and darkness crept over the land from the east.”…

one of those days

This was one of those perfect New England days in late summer where the spirit of autumn takes a first stealing flight, like a spy, through the ripening country-side, and, with feigned sympathy for those who droop with August heat, puts her cool cloak of bracing air about leaf and flower and human shoulders. ~Sarah Orne Jewett

give and take

”Do you think that I count the days? There is only one day left, always starting over: it is given to us at dawn and taken away from us at dusk.” ― Jean-Paul Sartre