Sunday, July 18, 2010

Wild Grasses

"I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer. My bank of wild grass is majestic and full of music. It is a fire that solitude presses against my lips." Violet Leduc


Although we may be tiring of the heat of summer, it's beauty and warmth is something that stays with us and helps us endure winter's cold.


No comments: