The grass whispered under his body. He put his arm down, feeling the sheath of fuzz on it, and, far away, below, his toes creaking in his shoes. The wind sighed over his shelled ears. The world slipped bright over the glassy round of his eyeballs like images sparked in a crystal sphere. Flowers were sun and fiery spots of sky strewn through the woodland. Birds flickered like skipped stones across the vast inverted pond of heaven. His breath raked over his teeth, going in ice, coming out fire. Insects shocked the air with electric clearness. Ten thousand individual hairs grew a millionth of an inch on his head. He heard the twin hearts beating in each ear, the third heart beating in his throat, the two hearts throbbing his wrists, the real heart pounding his chest. The million pores on his body opened.

I’m really alive! he thought. I never knew it before, or if I did I don’t remember!

Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine

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Photo John Avant

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4 Responses to

  1. Barbara Estinson says:

    The quote is interesting … I have to think about it. Neat picture!

    • Sandy says:

      When I first read the quote, I thought it really went with the beautiful picture, but after reading again I wasn’t so sure but I went with my first instinct. What I got out of it, is the person feeling to his core the sensations of his body and confirmed he was truly alive. Part of it for me, reflected being really cold, but not so sure on that now πŸ™‚

  2. Sandy says:

    If you do Jesse, let me know.

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