I will be out of town for Canadian Thanksgiving folks, so if I’m not around for a few days, that would be why. Have a great Turkey Day my fellow Canucks!
In the mean time, here is a piece if some beautiful literature for you to enjoy:
An excerpt from Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Grahame
Chapter Seven: the Piper at the Gates of Dawn
… Then suddenly the Mole felt a great Awe fall upon him, an awe that turned his muscles to water, bowed his head, and rooted his feet to the ground. It was no panic terror- indeed he felt wonderfully at peace and happy- but it was an awe that smote and held him and, without seeing, he knew it could only mean that some august Presence was very, very near. With difficulty he turned to look for his friend. And saw him at his side cowed, stricken, and trembling violently. And still there was utter silence in the populous bird-haunted branches around them; and still the light grew and grew.
Perhaps he would never have dared to raise his eyes, but that, though the piping was now hushed, the call and the summons seemed… Continue reading →
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