When last … ?

when last

‘In the spring mornings I would work early while my wife still slept. The windows were open wide and the cobbles of the street were drying after the rain. The sun was drying the wet faces of the houses that faced the window. The shops were still shuttered.’ – Ernest Hemingway, from A Moveable Feast When last have you felt the overwhelming presence and depth of a glittering starry sky? And truly felt its magic? The kind of magic, which, if you are someone who desires to understand, itches with that nearly unbearable proximity of profound revelation. And yet, it remains elusive. The ultimate realization […]