As children, some of us liked magic and fantasy, more than reality. So, we became writers. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
She throws her coin into a fountain already filled with hopeful coins, yet wonders if the wishes might become tangled. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
Some days, we just need to turn the quiet up. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
A redwood tree sighs, tall, broad, contented. But the aspen tree has itchy feet—as winds blow, it bends, yearning to be a traveling man. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
When I dance, I dance; when I sleep, I sleep. Nay, and when I walk alone in a beautiful Orchard, if my Thoughts are some part of the Time taken up with strange Occurrences, I some part of the Time call them back again to my Walk, or to the Orchard, to the Sweetness of the Solitude, and to my self. – Michel de Montaigne, “Of Experience,” translated from French by Charles Cotton