... this evening i sat in my bay window to witness the end of day ...
... patterns gloriously strange appeared ...
... nature, using its words to speak to me ...
... me, for you and i, listening, hearing ...
... falling into time's never-ending chorus ...
... a day spent outside in a frozen landscape, my body chilled, but, as if knowledge of my need existed, the warmth of my soul again restored ...
“A large drop of sun lingered on the horizon
and then dripped over and was gone,
and the sky was brilliant over the spot where it had gone,
and a torn cloud, like a bloody rag, hung over the spot of its going.
And dusk crept over the sky from the eastern horizon,
and darkness crept over the land from the east.”
JOHN STEINBECK