Canada geese coming in to roost at sunset, Tuckahoe Creek, Henrico
"Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me!
A fine wind is blowing the new direction of Time.
If only I let it bear me, carry me, if only it carry me!
If only I am sensitive, subtle, oh, delicate, a winged gift!"
- D.H. Lawrence (19-20th Century writer, essayist, novelist, poet)
