We were wrapping up an afternoon safari in Botswana. The air was fresh and cool. It was that fleeting moment when sun is done setting and night is just about to make an entrance. We came upon a shallow pond. As we began to cross it; I lazily took a look back. The background was far better than the foreground- ‘Tis moonlight, summer moonlight, All soft and still and fair; The solemn hour of midnight Breathes sweet thoughts everywhere, But …Read More
“A thought went up my mind to-day
That I have had before,
But did not finish,--some way back,
I could not fix the year,
Nor where it went, nor why it came
The second time to me,
Nor definitely what it was,
Have I the art to say.
But somewhere in my soul, I know
I've met the thing before;
It just reminded me--'t was all--
And came my way no more.
― Emily Dickinson