Patrick

“No one is free, even the birds are chained to the sky.”
― Bob Dylan

“Scattered with poppies, the golden-green waves of the cornfields faded. The red sun seemed to tip one end of a pair of scales below the horizon, and simultaneously to lift an orange moon at the other. Only two days off the full, it rose behind a wood, swiftly losing its flush as it floated up, until the wheat loomed out of the twilight like a metallic and prickly sea.”
― Patrick Leigh Fermor, Between the Woods and the Water