"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered." - 'Wind in the Willows' by Kenneth Grahame.
April 30, 2017
Took a long walk up the river today - drinking in deep breaths of scented spring breezes, listening to water rushing over rocky weirs and birdsong from trees and rushes on the banks, fish were jumping and cranes taking flight - the joys of an unhurried Sunday. I believe Mole was with me in spirit.