Yet again…

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 Night, the beloved. 

 At night I find my strength yet again…
I believe everything is the way it’s meant to be yet again…
I know I have the heart to do what I am meant to do yet again…

If only I could remember it during the day 😉



  1. "I see a bad moon rising…" I have always loved the rythm of this song by CCR (Creedence Clearwater Revival) but your moon isn't bad… it is gorgeous!


  2. Sunset Sunday this weekend and I was out in my favorite meadow yesterday taking pictures. I tried to take a snapshot of the full moon while I was there, but failed miserably. Yours is gorgeous.


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