A childlike spirit comes from a childhood spent in the country.
The wand of a fairy or an ornament of the most delicate kind, impossible for man or the hands of a skilled artist to make and as fleeting as the hour.
Sleeping long has been the dream of too many, to spend hours without end in bed while the best things happen outside ... unseen, while real beauty awakens.
Light brings it to life.
A million diamonds sparkle and run so fast down the blade taking everything with them on their way until the drop leaves its place with a good by, the blade erects freed from the heavy load.
“One swallow does not make a summer,
neither does one fine day;
similarly one day or brief time of happiness
does not make a person entirely happy.”
― Aristotle
What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it swetness
John Steinbeck, Travels with Charley: In Search of America
