The sun rose yellow as a lemon.The sky was round and blue.The birds looped clear water songs in the air.Will and Jim leaned from their windows.Nothing had changed.Except the look in Jim's eyes.Last night. . . said Will. Did or didn't it happen?
Ray BradburyI don't think about what I do. I do it. That's Buddhism. I jump off the cliff and build my wings on the way down.
Ray Bradbury