Omnia sol temperat, purus et subtilis...
The sun warms all things, pure and gentle,
bids us to rejoice; it shows us paths we know well
bids us to rejoice; it shows us paths we know well
~ Carl Orff, "Carmina Burana"
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Spring is fast approaching. Right now the main attraction
is my old friend the sun: stirring, thawing, coaxing me
with hope and urging my brittleness to give way.
Below the surface, invisible things are moving. I'm thinking
of sap and also the tiny rivulets of water under the snow
where meltwater meanders.
How is it that those things we don't see, that we don't
hear, but which we know regardless are often the most
sublime?
~ Hal
with hope and urging my brittleness to give way.
Below the surface, invisible things are moving. I'm thinking
of sap and also the tiny rivulets of water under the snow
where meltwater meanders.
How is it that those things we don't see, that we don't
hear, but which we know regardless are often the most
sublime?
~ Hal
