A little evening light. If I had to choose between evening light and morning light I’d think I’d choose the former. But by evening I have already settled in. Behavior learned from decades of going to bed early because of work. I forget now that there is nowhere I have to be the next morning and so going for a walk at dusk would be so easy and I forget how many times over the years I lamented that I could not. It’s funny the things we get use to even without our attention.
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“One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture, and, if it were possible, to speak a few reasonable words.” – Goethe
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