'Low down in cool space One star - The morning star. in the pale light of sparseness lives the real Thing, And we are real."
"Light without a visible source, the pale gold of a new day. low bushes, their soft silk-gray leaves silvered with dew. All over the hills, the cool red of the cat's-foot in flower. A blue horizon. Emerging from the ravine where a brook runs under a canopy of leaves, I walk out onto a wide open slope. drops, sprinkled by swaying branches, glitter on my hands, cool my forehead, and evaporate in the gentle morning breeze."
~ Dag Hammarskjold- Markings
