All I want in life is for someone to sit on the front porch with me and watch thunderstorms.
It’s true, I think, as Kenko says in his Idleness,
That all beauty depends upon disappearance,
The bitten edges of things,
the gradual sliding away
Into tissue and memory,
And dazzling impermanence of days we beg our meanings from,
And their frayed loveliness.
Charles Wright, from “Lonesome Pine Special” (via litverve)