I don't know lots of things but I know this: next year when spring flows over the starting point I'll think I'm going to drown in the shimmering miles of it.
Mary OliverAnd to tell the truth I don't want to let go of the wrists of idleness, I don't want to sell my life for money, I don't even want to come in out of the rain.
Mary OliverAnd now you'll be telling stories of my coming back and they won't be false, and they won't be true but they'll be real
Mary Oliver