"A shaft of sunlight
at the end of a dark afternoon,
a note in music,
and the way the back of a baby’s neck smells
if its mother keeps it tidy…
Those are the important things."
~ E. B. White
at the end of a dark afternoon,
a note in music,
and the way the back of a baby’s neck smells
if its mother keeps it tidy…
Those are the important things."
~ E. B. White
Don't know if sun will break through, but w/all this drama, the ridge is visible, curving like a resting bear against the mist...There is a glowing red where the sun should be. Come out, please...Oh my. There it is. Gorgeous red orange, held up by the clouds... & my heart.
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