Finally, Hafiz has something to say to me today:
O my heart, make a wish for the coming of Spring.
That in every field there will be a thousand birds and a hundred roses will grow.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Ice!
Snow, sleet and freezing rain started falling here overnight. I woke in the middle of the night to the sound of ice hitting the window. Ice. Beautiful and dangerous. A reminder that we are still in the grips of Winter.
Finally, Hafiz has something to say to me today:
O my heart, make a wish for the coming of Spring.
That in every field there will be a thousand birds and a hundred roses will grow.
Finally, Hafiz has something to say to me today:
O my heart, make a wish for the coming of Spring.
That in every field there will be a thousand birds and a hundred roses will grow.
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without the depths of winter's cold, i don't think we would savor the spring quite as much
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