Reverie is not a mind vacuum. It is rather the gift of an hour which knows the plenitude of the soul. Gaston Bachelard.
June 22, 2010
Softly the evening came. The sun from the western horizon Like a magician extended his golden want o'er the landscape; Trinkling vapors arose; and sky and water and forest Seemed all on fire at the touch, and melted and mingled together. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow