A day so happy.Fog lifted early, I worked in the garden.Hummingbirds were stopping over honeysuckle flowers.There was no thing on earth I wanted to possess.I knew no one worth my envying him.Whatever evil I had suffered, I forgot.To think that once I was the same man did not embarrass me.In my body I felt no pain.When straightening up, I saw the blue sea and sails. Czeslaw Milos

The Sun Have you ever seen anything in your life more wonderful than the way the sun, every evening, relaxed and easy, floats toward the horizon and into the clouds or the hills, or the rumpled sea, and is gone–and how it slides again out of the blackness, every morning, on the other side of the world, like a red flower streaming upward on its heavenly oils, say, on a morning in… Read More

Hakai Magazine (@hakaimagazine) Tweeted: Early last year, @ManchanMagan began collecting words from towns along the west coast of Ireland—before they disappeared. The Foclóir Farraige, or Sea Dictionary, is his online database of recordings and definitions. @cm_geib @galway2020 @ForasnaGaeilge

Young anglers love new rivers the way they love the rest of their lives. Time does not seem to be of the essence and somewhere in the system is what they are looking for. Thomas McGuane