I can't sleep…
Soft days, with a gentle breeze, create a pause. Just enough to notice how tall grass sways, leaves breathe, clouds swim, and rose petals fall. Here’s to a kind day or night. Here’s to recalibrating in the way that helps you most.
— Carolyn Riker, FB, June 15, 2025
Notes:
What colour is this blowing autumn wind, that it can stain my body with its touch?
— Izumi Shikibu & Edwin A Cranston, The Izumi Shikibu Diary. (Harvard University Press, 1969)
DK Photo @ 7:30 am. this morning. More photos here: Time Lapse (90 minutes of Twilight to Sunrise in 17 seconds) and Sunrise.
Every leaf that falls
never stops falling. I once
thought that leaves were leaves.
Now I think they are feeling,
in search of a place—
someone’s hair, a park bench, a
finger. Isn’t that
like us, going from place to
place, looking to be alive?
— Victoria Chang, “Passage” in The Trees Witness Everything by Victoria Chang, published by Copper Canyon Press, 2022. (via Read a Little Poetry)
Notes:
It was one of the October days when to breathe the air is like drinking wine, and every touch of the wind against one’s face is a caress.
— Sarah Orne Jewett, “The Country of the Pointed Firs” (Houghton Mifflin, 1896)
Notes:
What happens every day is what’s surprising. The treasure’s never where I look to find it but where I simply look — the sky, the wind, sunrise, a silver arc, the moment’s chance.
— Ursula K. Le Guin, from “The Everyday (At Kishamish)” in “Finding My Elegy: New and Selected Poems”
Feather blowing in the wind. Twilight. 5:52 am. April 17, 2024. Cove Island Park. Stamford, CT.
More photos from this morning’s walk here.