From this hour, freedom!… From this hour I ordain myself loosed of limits and imaginary lines, Going where I list—my own master, total and abso- lute, Listening to others, and considering well what they say, Pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating, Gently, but with undeniable will, divesting myself of the holds that would hold me.
~ Poem of The Road by Walt Whitman
Leave Nothing But Your Footprint ❤ Happy Walk
Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I: But when the trees bow down their heads. The wind is passing by.
~ Christina Rossetti
Take pleasure in finding your own paths and leave only your footprints behind.
Happy walks 😍
If ever there were a spring day so perfect,
so uplifted by a warm intermittent breeze
that it made you want to throw
open all the windows in the house
and unlatch the door to the canary’s cage,
indeed, rip the little door from its jamb,
a day when the cool brick paths
and the garden bursting with peonies
seemed so etched in sunlight
that you felt like taking
a hammer to the glass paperweight
on the living room end table,
releasing the inhabitants
from their snow-covered cottage
so they could walk out,
holding hands and squinting
into this larger dome of blue and white,
well, today is just that kind of day.
~ Billy Collins
Polish painter, Leon Wyczółkowski, Spring in w:Gościeradz
Wincenty Wodzinowski Wiosna
H. A. Brendekilde Forår i landsbyen med piger i vejkanten
Danish painter, Peter Mork Mönsted A spring morning in the village, overlooking Roskilde Fjord.