I am a lover of sunshine, of aqua seas and swaying palms. I love warmth and sand and azure skies... but I am making peace with winter. Even I must admit that a less vibrant landscape also has a certain beauty. Winter is quieter, slower, all tucked in, waiting.
I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape - the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn't show.
I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape - the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn't show.
~Andrew Wyeth
I cannot say I prefer winter, but I am appreciating the merits of this season of reflection.
I cannot say I prefer winter, but I am appreciating the merits of this season of reflection.
And of course...
O, wind,
If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?
~Percy Bysshe Shelley
O, wind,
If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?
~Percy Bysshe Shelley
2 comments:
And if Shelley comes,
Can Silley be far behind?
That comment pretty much made my year!
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