:: April days... ::

" The world will always be beautiful to those who look for beauty.

Throats will always catch when the fleeing clouds part fleetingly

and the golden moon flashes into existence and then winks out again.

Tears will always spring up at the wood thrush singing

through the echoing trees, at the wild geese crying as they fly.

A soul touched by the scent of turned soil, or sun-warmed grass,

a spirit moved by crickets singing in the grass,

will spend a lifetime surrounded by wonder."

{Margaret Renkl : The Comfort of Crows}

please pardon my absence here...

I've been happily lost

in the beauty and wonder of the world.