Reverie

 

High up in the mountains
The sound of the river calming me
A place for me to relax and breathe

I can almost hear the river right now
And feel the cool gentle breeze
And the soft melody of the wind playing upon the grasses

One thing I like about photography and going out into Nature
Is my mind stops chattering so much
It gives my mind a vacation


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“Reverie is not a mind vacuum. It is rather the gift of an hour which knows the plenitude of the soul”—Gaston Bachelard

“A certain amount of reverie is good, like a narcotic in discreet doses. It soothes the fever, occasionally high, of the brain at work, and produces in the mind a soft, fresh vapor that corrects the all too angular contours of pure thought, fills up the gaps and intervals here and there, binds them together, and dulls the sharp corners of ideas. But too much reverie submerges and drowns. Thought is the labor of the intellect, reverie it’s pleasure. To replace thought with reverie is to confound poison with nourishment.”—Victor Hugo, “Les Miserables”




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