The world is full of poetry.
The air is living with its spirit;
and the waves dance to the music of its melodies,
and sparkle in its brightness.
–James Gates Percival
One cold, dark winter afternoon when the temperature never rose above freezing all day and I felt trapped inside my office in front of my computer, I looked around the room at all the bright things I’ve put here.
I won’t go so far as to say say my world is full of poetry right now, but there’s a hint of its brightness here and there.
A bit of brightness landed on that one. Happy Saturday!