“Your pier-glass or extensive surface of polished steel made to be rubbed by a housemaid, will be minutely and multitudinously scratched in all directions; but place now against it a lighted candle as a centre of illumination, and lo! The scratches will seem to arrange themselves in a fine series of concentric circles round the little sun. It is demonstrable that the scratches are going everywhere impartially, and it is only your candle which produces the flattering illusion of a concentric arrangement, its light falling with an exclusive optical selection. These things are a parable. The scratches are events, and the candle is the egoism of any person now absent..." ~ George Eliot

September 9, 2012

Then Sings My Soul

Cool mornings
Grounders fielded
Football sundays
Potluck feasts
Fall break
Grace
Al fresco dining
Pears and peaches
Pool volleyball
Summer solstice
Laughter
Grill smoke
Long sleeves
Longer walks
Season premieres
Fresh starts
Good friends
Grass cut
Corn maize
Small triumphs
Quiet moments
Open windows
Open hearts





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