The air is thick with humidity, the high pitched hum of summer cicadas, and the sound of quiet lives.
The hallway quivered as he traveled through the jagged, chemical darkness. On the other side, she lay on her bed, her curved body making random sine waves in the sheets.
Once we believe in ourselves, we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight, or any experience that reveals the human spirit.
~ e. e. cummings
Nature is a temple in which living columns sometimes emit confused words. Man approaches it through forests of symbols, which observe him with familiar glances.
~ Charles Baudelaire
The world is full of magical things patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper.
Where he was, was still. Somewhere else, wind whined, leaves winked.