The rain was ceaseless and the days were dreary, yet I missed it when it had gone

The rain was ceaseless and the days were dreary, yet I missed it when it had gone, originally uploaded by DeeAshley.

It came and went as quickly as the tide.

It came and went as quickly as the tide., originally uploaded by gogoloopie.

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"What else should our lives be but a continual series of beginnings, of painful settings out into the unknown, pushing off from the edges of consciousness into the mystery of what we have not yet become, except in dreams that blow in from out there bearing the fragrance of islands we have not yet sighted in our waking hours, as in voyaging sometimes the first blossoming branches of our next landfall come bumping against the keel, even in the dark, whole days before the real land rises to meet us."
- David Malouf, "An Imaginary Life"