The Delicious Breath Of Rain Was In

The Peace And Beauty Of A Spring Day Had Descended Upon The Earth Like A Benediction.

The Delicious Breath Of Rain Was In The Air.

The Voice Of The Sea Is Seductive, Never Ceasing, Whispering, Clamoring, Murmuring, Inviting The Soul To Wander In Abysses Of Solitude.

But The Beginning Of Things, Of A World Especially, Is Necessarily Vague, Tangled, Chaotic, And Exceedingly Disturbing. How Few Of Us Ever Emerge From Such Beginning! How Many Souls Perish In Its Tumult!

There Are Some People Who Leave Impressions Not So Lasting As The Imprint Of An Oar Upon The Water.