A rainy and chilly day, which after the warmth and beauty of yesterday is a welcome to the reality of the Northwoods in the spring.
“I used many times to touch my own chest and feel, under its asthmatic quiver, the engine of the heart and lungs and blood and feel amazed at what I sensed was the enormity of the power I possessed. Not magical power, but real power. The power simply to go on, the power to endure, that is power enough, but I felt I had also the power to create, to add, to delight, to amaze and to transform.”
― Stephen Fry, Moab Is My Washpot