"how can i ever
breathe normally again
after having been cradled
by the kind of sorrow
so silent, that it nourishes
after having been swept
by the kind of joy
so absolute, that it wounds."
- Sanober Khan, from Turquoise Silence
"The Indian Summer of life should be a little sunny and a little sad, like the season, and infinite in wealth and depth of tone, but never hustled."
- Henry Adams 1838-1918)
What a relief to finally be past that last season - the seemingly never-ending, agonizingly rife-with-drama-and-petty-accusation election season, that is.
Here's to unfettered enjoyment of the remaining glorious weeks of autumn!