segunda-feira, 9 de janeiro de 2017

Sometimes, before I fall asleep or when I catch a piece of music that lifts my soul, I envision another way to live, like that moment last night when the setting sun hit the top of that rise and the leaves glowed. They were alight with life, and it lasted only a moment. That’s when I suspect I’ve gotten it wrong and I’ve wasted my time, tilting at windmills–not anticipating the unexpected or being present enough to recognize it.

Katherine Reay | A Portrait of Emily Price 

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