Jackson Corzato

“One grew used to years, like garments. At least one knew where the holes and patched places were; one had learned not to strain threadbare folds past endurance. A new year felt stiff and semi-fitted as one tried to move in it without self-consciousness. It was like dresses that used to be made to allow for growth, too sturdy and voluminous and reaching to boot tops. Only time and hard use would accomplish the fitting, and I did not look forward to that inevitable process.”
― Rachel Field, And Now Tomorrow

“Nature spins her stories, in the threads of time so dear, A tapestry of moments, crafted year by passing year.”
― Oscar Auliq-Ice

“How silent are the footsteps of Spring!”
― Henry David Thoreau, The Journal, 1837-1861

“The acorn does not know that it will become a sapling. The sapling does not remember when it was an acorn, and only dimly senses that it will become a mighty oak. The oak recalls fondly when it was a sapling, loves being a mighty oak, and joyfully creates new acorns.”
― J. Earp