And today, once again, a new morning: bright, with close, rounded clouds that frame expanses of the immeasurably deep sky. Agitation in the treetops.  In everything else, restfulness.  Windfall of apples.  The grass softly invites you to walk out of the house....
There are so many days here, none like any other. And beneath all their differences is this great similarity: the gratitude in which they are received.
                                                                            Rilke,  Early Journals