Think spring. We do. Slow down.

“Where then shall hope and fear their objects find?The harbor cold to the mating…”

“How many people came and stayed a certain time,Uttered light or dark speech tha…”

“The summer demands and takes away too much. /But night, the reserved, the retic…”

“Its a bit mad. Too bad, I mean, that getting to know each just for a fleeting s…”