Sunday, January 5, 2014

When to be wise means mostly not to wish for what you love

On December 29 I went for a walk at the time of the sunrise, walking around the golf course at Katinkulta. The field was still mostly covered by snow, which was melting away. I didn't see the sun, but nevertheless there were some sunrise colors to be seen between the clouds.

(Posting title is from the poem The Ice Storm by Christian Wiman.)

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