A wind sprang high in the west like a wave of unreasonable happiness and tore eastward across England, trailing with it the frosty scent of forests and the cold intoxication of the sea. ...But everywhere it bore drama into undramatic lives, and carried the trump of crisis across the world. Many a harassed mother in a mean backyard had looked at five dwarfish shirts on the clothes-line as at some small sick tragedy; it was as if she had hanged her five children. The wind came and they were full and kicking as if five fat imps had sprung into them; and far down in her oppressed subconsciousness she half remembered those coarse comedies of her fathers when the elves still dwelt in the homes of men....
Manalive by G.K. Chesterton
i started tearing up reading this. so glad the same Instigator of Unreasonable Happiness keeps us and sustains us all in taichung or overland park or any spot in between. love you!
ReplyDeletenow i want to sit on a gargoyle and watch the sun rise.