Proportions

A person's life: width of a hand I have heard it said I look at the early morning sky: from star to star even less The happiness that you wait for, something that cannot be measured, only possible if not measured. At sunrise small birds, without bursting, sing out loud the morning dew, the bright [...]

If you come back someday.

The day is waiting!  Dawn passed before I awoke, and the sun is getting too bright for comfort.  Alas, one mustn't begrudge the sunshine, though there is nothing like a rainy day to set thoughts in motion. Having awakened with a clean slate, alongside one of many chores, and things to do, I ask, "Which [...]