#16 My Tree--We've Sprung Forward

Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree.
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

1 comment:

InlandEmpireGirl said...

I continue to be amazed at the beautiful narrative you find to go with your tree. Another lovely picture.