
Tell me what you feel in your room when the full moon is shining in upon you and your lamp is dying out, and I will tell you how old you are, and I shall know if you are happy.
~ Henri Frederic Amiel

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Who hung the moon? 🙂
Good question, Anhinga. 🙂
Ooh, interesting quote and photo. I read a poem earlier today by Nina Bogin it ends like this,
…I climbed the pink stairs, entered
the house as calm and ephemeral
as my own certainty:
this is my house, my key,
my hand with its new lines.
I am as old as I will ever be.
I guess now that I’m fifty age related topics get me thinking!
That is beautiful, Bookbabie. Thank you for sharing it with me. 🙂
Beautiful silhouette of the tree with the moon peeking out between the branches.
Thank you, KalaMarie. 🙂
I like this. The quote is wonderful, too.
Thanks, Corina. 🙂