i seemed to lose myself

the bike rides have been cold.

not freezing cold but

a little frosty some mornings -

puddles frozen into ice,

even snowy!

so i hope you don't mind

a little slide back in time

to summer . . .

gustav karcher "the rowboat"

i saw a little boat lying.

so still was the water here, that the boat needed no fastening.

it lay as if some one had just stepped ashore, and would in a moment return.

but as there were no signs of presence, and no track through the thick bushes;

and, moreover, as i was in fairy land where one does very much as he pleases,

i forced my way to the brink,

stepped into the boat,

pushed it, with the help of the tree-branches, out into the stream,

lay down in the bottom,

and let my boat and me float whither the stream would carry us.

i seemed to lose myself in the great flow of sky above me unbroken in its infinitude,

except when now and then,

coming nearer the shore at a bend in the river,

a tree would sweep its mighty head silently above mine,

and glide away back into the past, never more to fling its shadow over me.

jean-bapiste camille corotin "ondation dans une saulaie"

i fell asleep in this cradle, in which mother nature was rocking her weary child;

and while I slept, the sun slept not, but went round his arched way.

when i awoke, he slept in the waters,

and i went on my silent path beneath a round silvery moon.

kuinji "night watch"

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