“. . . and the breezes that came in were mild, earthy, grassy, with a feel of sunlight about them.” -Marilynne Robinson, Home
And I was glad, very glad, to read such a sentence; glad to have someone tell me that breezes can have “a feel of sunlight about them,” because it was a thing I’d suspected and not been able to articulate. But I have been made glad also by leathery-black water-bugs skimming on top of the shallows, by a Very Large Turtle poised in the sunlight above his perfect reflection, by a note in the warm green mailbox, by a walk in the moisty-cool morning, by a few moments at the piano with Bach’s Well-Tempered Clavier, and by other things besides.
Oh, fear the LORD, you his saints,
for those who fear him have no lack!