It’s in the light sifting through your bedroom window
It’s in the street when the whole world is pitched and slow
It’s in the basement, where you left it
It’s in the ground
It’s in your head
~ Neil Hilborn
“I don’t know what it is, but I do know where to find it”
there’s a different feel to November
now that the days are shorter
and the leaves are on the ground
that day by the lake
quietly absorbing the color and light
how small the day is
the time of colors
the rush of brightness
~ W. S. Merwin
“Leave the door open for the unknown, the door into the dark. That’s where the most important things come from, where you yourself came from, and where you will go.”
~ Rebecca Solnit
Licht Years 