I can't sleep…
It is, after all, not necessary to fly right into the middle of the sun,
but it is necessary to crawl to a clean little spot on earth where the sun sometimes shines
and one can warm oneself a little.
~ Franz Kafka, from Letter to His Father
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Awake —
What are these quick shots of warmth,
Fractals of forests
That wind through my limbs?
~ Alan Lightman, from Song of Two Worlds
Notes:
I have loved the peacefulness of an ordinary Sunday.
It is like standing in a newly planted garden after a warm rain.
You can feel the silent and invisible life.
― Marilynne Robinson, Gilead: A Novel
Notes: Quote: Thank you Beth @ Alive on All Channels. Photo: Celeste Mookherjee
I uncross my legs
to find, with a bare foot,
that sun has warmed the stone.
I partake of the sun.
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And the stone.
— Rebecca Lindenberg, excerpt of Dispatches from an Unfinished World
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