The soon-to-disappear drop encompasses in it the world…
The liquid sun reflected in the ocean of light while they bask in the spectacle…
Fountains: they mirror that in us that is ever fluid and has the ability to soar and reach the unreachable… That’s why we could keep looking at them and feel the exhilaration!
Memories: Winters are not all that bad, as we might make them out to be. It snows. It gets gloomy. But the puddle of warmth under a lamp or each festive light on a string, then, makes it so much more cozy.
The memories we carry in spring and summer and the yearning again for it in the fall goes in a cycle until the first snow showers.
The cycle goes on as we accumulate stories of cozy winters and distant celebrations gone by….
"What do we ever know that is higher than that power which, from time to time, seizes our lives, and reveals us startlingly to ourselves as creatures set down here bewildered?" -- Annie Dillard
Life according to one of life’s truly gifted naturally born wafflers… an open diary of a Saffer in a different land... life in the greater Dublin & Leinster area. (Blogging since 2011) My quests fuel my dreams… my dreams fuel my quests!!