This morning started out at four below zero. I'm not sure what it is now but my quick stroll outside a few moments ago suggests the mercury hasn't risen much. Compensation for the cold is light. The coldest days are the brightest.
“Thou takest the pen – and the lines dance. Thou takest the flute – and the notes shimmer.
Thou takest the brush – and the colors sing. So all things have meaning and beauty in that space beyond where Thou art.
How, then, can I hold anything back from Thee.”
— Dag Hammarskjöld, Markings
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