“The moment I stopped spending so much time chasing the big pleasure of life. I began to enjoy the little ones, like watching the stars dancing in moonlit sky or soaking in the sunbeams of a glorious summer morning.”
“A day out of season, stopping the monotonous count of summer days. Stopping, too, one's own summer routine, so that, looking out on the gray skies, one says not only, 'What time of year is it?' but, 'What time of life am I in? Where am I? What am I doing?”
“I work so much, I miss the sun shine away. I sleep so little, Watch the stars fade into day.”
“But usually, I watched Linda read. I couldn't believe she'd read so much in summer! Sometimes she laughed, reading her book, and one time she even cried. I didn't know how anyone could make such a big deal about books.”
“I was at peace with a world which afforded so much bounty, and began to enjoy living at the very end of time.”
“They're gone. I let them chase me. I led them like a sunbeam and vanished like a shadow.”