remnants of a good day

there are some mornings when the light comes from within...it is reflected only in mirrors and shadows left on the walls & not by the sun that is hiding behind the overcast sky...it is in the memory of warm sips of tea held within a lopsided, white glass. the 9 degree celsius wind embraced me in a comforting hug that fit snuggly against my body as i walked the streets of mid-morning. it is a strange yet wonderful moment when the sense of time has been lost...and the next thing you know it is already "dix heures cinq" and time to conquer an autumn sunday in october.

"cows are amongst the gentlest of breathing creatures; none show more passionate tenderness to their young when deprived of them; and, in short, i am not ashamed to profess a deep love for these quiet creatures." -thomas de quincey