[at-l] Walking Quote of the Day

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I promised not to dole out HDT's "WALKING" in it's entirety but this is 
simply to good to ignore:

"We had a remarkable sunset one day last November.  I was walking in a 
meadow, the source of a small brook, when the sun at last, just before 
setting, after a cold grey day, reached a clear stratum in the horizon, and 
the softest, brightest morning sunlight fell on the dry grass and on the 
stems of the trees in the opposite horizon and on the leaves of the 
shrub-oaks on the hillside, while our shadows stretched long over the 
meadow eastward, as if we were the only motes in its beams.  It was such a 
light as we could not have imagined a moment before, and the air also was 
so warm and serene that nothing was wanting to make a paradise of that 
meadow.  When we reflected that this was not a solitary phenomenon, never 
to happen again, but that would it happen forever and ever an infinite 
number of evenings, and cheer and reassure the latest child that walked 
there, it was more glorious still."