Rainy Sundays.

A Gentle Awakening

 

WHEN SUMMER COMES TO AN END.

SUMMERTIME.

I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer.  My bank of wild grass is majestic and full of music.  It is a fire that solitude presses against my lips.  ~Violette Leduc, Mad in Pursuit

Then followed that beautiful season... Summer.... Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape Lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

 

Summer is the time when one sheds one's tensions with one's clothes, and the right kind of day is jeweled balm for the battered spirit.  A few of those days and you can become drunk with the belief that all's right with the world. 
~Ada Louise Huxtable

STRANGLY BEAUTIFUL.

Our tears are what happens when it rains deep inside our hearts and we cannot hold the rain any longer. -Philippos

I'M Gone.

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MORNING BLISS