“Hope smiles from the threshold of the year to come, whispering 'it will be happier'...” ~Alfred Tennyson~
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Who Said This?
"Something whispered something that was not even a word. It was more like a silence that was understandable.
I was standing at the edge of the pond. Nothing living, what we call living, was in sight. And yet, the voice entered me, my body, with so much happiness. And there was nothing there but the water, the sky, the grass."