That which is lovely is lovely because it is departing. This is true of all of the World's beautiful particulars at all times of the year. But the pang of departure is keener in autumn. It is a rueful, yet a happy, pang. It bears within it the possibility of acceptance and serenity.
Sunday, October 01, 2017
Constancy and change …
… First Known When Lost: Nearly. Not Quite Yet.
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