The world is full of magical things patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper.

Bertrand Russel

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Night the beloved!

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-Exupery
Location: Grömitz, Germany (April 2012) Labels: ,