Extraits

It is nothing to say lovely things to someone who expects them, needs them. The beauty is when one who does not expect them comes to believe them - that only happens when the compliments and the love behind them are sincere.

Sometimes, before I fall asleep or when I catch a piece of music that lifts my soul, I envision another way to live, like that moment last night when the setting sun hit the top of that rise and the leaves glowed. They were alight with life, and it lasted only a moment. That’s when I suspect I’ve gotten it wrong and I’ve wasted my time, tilting at windmills–not anticipating the unexpected or being present enough to recognize it.