Lovely large swollen rain drops were clinging to these pine needles this morning. Such a change from our dry, dry summer. Makes me appreciate great poets who look so deeply and ponder, then choose simple beautiful words to perfectly paint a thought...like William Blake's opening verse (to a VERY long poem):
To see a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour.
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