Precisely the least, the softest, lightest, a lizard's rustling, a breath, a flash, a moment - a little makes the way of the best happiness. ~ Frederich Nietzsche
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Vanilla twilight in the waking hours of dawn
Drenched in vanilla twilight in the waking hours of dawn…somewhat appropriate for a vivid dream that convinced me there is no such thing as fading away. There’s only that constant swinging between the shadows and silence of the heart and the spotlight of the mind.