Sunday, April 22, 2012

too glorious a season

Words from the service floated back to me. In the midst of life, we are in death. Autumn is too glorious a season for such morbid thoughts. Even though it's full of dying things, there is still a wonder in its sense of change. And even its dead leaves turn deep into the soil, leading inevitably to spring growth again. So one might as well say, in the midst of death, we are in life.

--Seattle Sleuth by Alexandra MacKenzie

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