Nothing is worth more than this day.
And they that heard it wondered at the things which the shepherds told.
Luke 2: 18-19
Daisy Do you ever watch for the longest day of the year and
then miss it?
Jay Gatsby Don’t you mean the shortest day of the year, Daisy?
Daisy Jay, I’m p-p-paralyzed with happiness that the days will be
getting longer now.
(a few liberties with Fitzgerald’s Great Gatsby)
Summer musings on a gray November day: one of Michigan’s inland “seas,” Lake Michigan, the dunes that line her leeward shore, and the visitors who play there at the invitation of warm temperatures and blue skies.
This day, in 1757, William Blake was born
Or, he might have said, in a drop of water, suspended in time on its path between underground springs and the great river which is its destiny.