Before dawn, across the whole road as I pass I feel spiderwebs. Within people’s voices, under their words or woven into the pauses, I hear a hidden sound. One thin green light flashes over a smooth sea just as the sun goes down. What roses lie on the altar of evening I inhale carefully, to keep more of. Tasting all these and letting them have their ways to waken me, I shiver and resolve: In my life, I will more than live… ~ William Stafford (Photo by Petra van Raaij)