Do you still remember: falling stars, how they leapt slantwise through the sky like horses over suddenly held-out hurdles of our wishes—did we have so many?—
for stars, innumerable, leapt everywhere...


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Cover detail from Burrough’s “Winter Sunshine,” something we could really use more of these days.  #57DaysUntilSpring

John Burroughs. Winter Sunshine. New York: Hurd & Houghton, 1876.