Spring is when you feel like whistling even with a shoe full of slush.
For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream.
Nature is impersonal, awe-inspiring, elegant, eternal. It's geometrically perfect. It's tiny and gigantic. You can travel far to be in a beautiful natural setting, or you can observe it in your backyard - or, in my case, in the trees lining New York City sidewalks, or in the clouds above skyscrapers.
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