Life, for ever dying to be born afresh, for ever young and eager, will presently stand upon this earth as upon a footstool, and stretch out its realm amidst the stars.
(Photographer unknown. Please let me know if you know.)
Friday, July 31, 2009
A sound which will soon become a distant memory.
For a few moments this morning, my sis thought a bomb had exploded in her neighborhood. It didn't take her long to realize what it was.
When I lived in Florida, it never failed to bring a smile when I heard that sound; it was always good to know they were home.