Bertrand Russell said : ” A happy life must be to a great extent a quiet life, for it is only in an atmosphre of quiet that true joy dare live.”
We live in a city filled with noise and people. Quiet moments like these are treasured and remembered and kept closed to the heart.
“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.” ~ Rabindranath Tagore
Sunset has a way to calm the soul, soothe the spirit and to add beauty to the world. Take time to stop and look up to admire the sunset sky, it’s always a different view everyday.
This is a river delta that we see every time we cross the bridge we are on. I have this crazy thought of getting on the bridge to take better photos and not just these “driveby photos” that I usually get. Soon. Someday soon.
I also long to see the shoreline with which this delta ends with, to feel the sand on my toes and to run wild amongst the pine trees. It may not be as isolated as it was half a lifetime ago when I had a glimpse of that shoreline but I still remember the scene vividly like I just saw it yesterday.
It seems that there is that connection between the sea and I. It doesn’t matter that I haven’t mastered the water and can not swim in it no matter how calm.
I feel free and feel so much joy it seems to bubble out from the bottom of my heart and seep through the deepest, darkest thoughts in my mind whenever I watch the waves and feel the ocean breeze caress my skin.
There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more. ~Lord Byron
When was the last time you spent a quiet moment just doing nothing – just sitting and looking at the sea, or watching the wind blowing the tree limbs, or waves rippling on a pond, a flickering candle or children playing in the park? ~Ralph Marston
On friendship and friends. In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed. ~Khalil Gibran