Into the Great Wide Open

Lost yesterday, somewhere between sunrise and sunset, two golden hours, each set with sixty diamond minutes. No reward is offered, for they are gone forever. ~ Horace Mann

Let us go in; the fog is rising. ~ Emily Dickinson

Time is a river of sort of passing events, and strong is its current; no sooner is a thing brought to site than it is swept by and another takes its place, and this too will be swept away. ~ Marcus Aurelius