An epigram a day:
Reflection lends direction.
Dawn means struggle and twilight promises rest.
We are but pulsating specks in the vast pond of life.
Each trails a world of fading shadows and dying echoes.
Silence is the pause that refreshes. -JM
Falling leaves, dead to the ground,
Trees prepare for Winter.
But remember you who mourn:
West is no Eastern snow.
Here November rains,
Greening grass springs up,
Covers dead brown leaves,
Brings hope of
Spring to come.
In the West, we watch the sun set over the Bay. Fiery red and orange, growing larger and redder, the sun bids adieu to the day, giving over to the night.
Does this difference affect our beings, our social interactions, our Weltanschauung?