Happiness is a butterfly, which, when pursued, is just beyond your grasp, but which, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.
~ Nathaniel Hawthorne
I don't know what it is, but I really am drawn to the illusion of trees and branches and other items that look like hands reaching out of the ground (in this case, as if waiting, always waiting, on guard to prevent something important from leaving land and entering the water). These rare Oregon days, like today, make you forget that the water is ice cold, that yesterday we were wearing sweatshirts and heavy socks, that the sky was ever gray. I'm grateful for days like today, they remind me of the good things about being here when my heart and mind spend most of their time somewhere else entirely.
~ Nathaniel Hawthorne
I don't know what it is, but I really am drawn to the illusion of trees and branches and other items that look like hands reaching out of the ground (in this case, as if waiting, always waiting, on guard to prevent something important from leaving land and entering the water). These rare Oregon days, like today, make you forget that the water is ice cold, that yesterday we were wearing sweatshirts and heavy socks, that the sky was ever gray. I'm grateful for days like today, they remind me of the good things about being here when my heart and mind spend most of their time somewhere else entirely.
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