Category: Abstract

Morning Sky Reflections

So fine was the morning except for a streak of wind here and there that the sea and sky looked all one fabric, as if sails were stuck high up in the sky, or the clouds had dropped down into the sea. Virginia Woolf – To The Lighthouse

Lake Ice After A Thaw

I think reality is thin, you know, thin as lake ice after a thaw, and we fill our lives with noise and light and motion to hide that thinness from ourselves. Stephen King – Bag of Bones