a day in june

And what is so rare as a day in June?

Then, if ever, come perfect days;

Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune,

And over it softly her warm ear lays:

Whether we look, or whether we listen,

We hear life murmur, or see it glisten.
-- james russell lowell

this is taken from "the vision of sir launfel," a tale about a knight's search for the Holy Grail.

with abating winds last evening i paddled for two hours on brush creek and still had time to challenge the waves on the big lake with an excursion to painted rock. heaven doesn't exist inside this office i know..

a taste for the beautiful is most cultivated out of doors. -- henry david thoreau, walden