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spring is so crazy you go outside and youre like damn its green
Poul Anker Bech (Danish 1942-2009), Sun Dreams, 1973, Oil on canvas
Hello, sun in my face. Hello, you who make the morning and spread it over the fields and into the faces of the tulips and the nodding morning glories, and into the windows of, even, the miserable and crotchety — best preacher that ever was, dear star, that just happens to be where you are in the universe to keep us from ever-darkness, to ease us with warm touching, to hold us in the great hands of light — good morning, good morning, good morning. Watch, now, how I start the day in happiness, in kindness.
Mary Oliver, “Why I Wake Early” in Why I Wake Early: New Poems (originally published in 2004)
Late Spring, Mary Oliver
ran to the farmers market this morning when i heard they had lily of the valley
Humpback whales singing off the leeward coast of O’ahu
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May your sky always be clear, may your dear smile always be bright and happy, and may you be for ever blessed for that moment of bliss and happiness which you gave to another lonely and grateful heart. Isn't such a moment sufficient for the whole of one's life?
Fyodor Dostoyevsky, White Nights
if you’re not paying attention to trees and how they sway in the wind then what are you even doing
Anton Chekhov, After the fair
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Martha Gellhorn, Selected Letters
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only real springheads know about tipping their face up to the sun and enjoying a gentle breeze and birdsong