Other times when I hear the wind blow
I feel that just hearing the wind blow makes it worth being born.
— Fernando Pessoa, The Collected Poems of Alberto Caeiro
Notes: Photo – DK @ Cove Island Park. Poem: Thank you The Vale of Soul Making
I can't sleep…
Other times when I hear the wind blow
I feel that just hearing the wind blow makes it worth being born.
— Fernando Pessoa, The Collected Poems of Alberto Caeiro
Notes: Photo – DK @ Cove Island Park. Poem: Thank you The Vale of Soul Making
9/13/42. The most spiritual and “beautiful” literature has already been written—in the Bible, in the Greek dramas, in their philosophies. What we have to attain is at best the material representation, a poor substitute for the eternities we cannot logically hope to emulate. Spirituality in our day is as difficult to attain as a pair of wings and a halo.
— Patricia Highsmith, “Patricia Highsmith: Her Diaries and Notebooks: 1941-1995.″ Anna von Planta (Editor). (Liveright, November 16, 2021)
Photo: DK @ Daybreak. December 20, 2021. 22° F, feels like 16° F. Cove Island Park, Stamford, CT.
Some gulls soared in the air above me.
They seemed almost to be enjoying the warmth and stillness.
A stillness so seldom here.
— Karl Ove Knausgaard, The Morning Star: A Novel. (Penguin Press, September 28, 2021)
Photo: DK @ Daybreak. 6:57 am, October 19, 2021. 45° F. Cove Island Park, Stamford, CT
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