“Quand le hibou chante, La nuit est silence” ~ Charles de Leusse

“…and so many colors
I will have seen…
the menacing greys
and pine greens
the soft pink and purples…
of spring
and summer blue
and so many others
without you.??? ~ Sanober Khan
“we are imperfect mortal beings, aware of that mortality even as we push it away, failed by our very complication, so wired that when we mourn our losses we also mourn, for better or for worse, ourselves. as we were. as we are no longer. as we will one day not be at all.???
? Joan Didion