Annie..

I sit alone and read. I like these words. Oh how i wish i could fully grasp every fiber, morsel, spec, feeling, breath of a day....although I'm not sure i could take it

-Meg

" Some days I felt an urgent responsibility to each change of light outside the sunporch windows. Who would remember any of it, any of this our time, and the wind thrashing the buckeye limbs outside? Somebody had to hang on to the days with teeth and fists, or the whole show had been in vain. That is was impossible never entered my reckoning, For work, for a task, I had never heard the word."

-Annie Dillard