Carmen watched the specks in the sapphire-blue sky dance. She lay on her back, swishing her arms and legs up and down, up and down…
We need sometimes to escape into open solitudes, into aimlessness, into the moral holiday of running some pure hazard, in order to sharpen the edge of life, to taste hardship, and to be compelled to work desperately for a moment at no matter what. — George Santayana