I drive past the tall, toast-colored grasses of the marsh on my way to the grocery store, and I remember the feeling of the volcanic rock path on Mount Fuji. To me, they are the same gift.
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| July light on the shallows of Lake Michigan |
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
My Daily Gift
Nature doesn't ask anything. When I go, it is there. When I stay, it is there. The mist at the bottom of Rainbow Falls in Gorges State Park or the scent of the mock orange blossoms in my neighbor's yard is equal pleasure.
I drive past the tall, toast-colored grasses of the marsh on my way to the grocery store, and I remember the feeling of the volcanic rock path on Mount Fuji. To me, they are the same gift.
I drive past the tall, toast-colored grasses of the marsh on my way to the grocery store, and I remember the feeling of the volcanic rock path on Mount Fuji. To me, they are the same gift.
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