Passing through

“Why, then, do we dread the clouds which now darken our sky?  True, for a while they hide the sun, but the sun is not quenched; He will shine out again before long. Meanwhile those black clouds are filled with rain; and the blacker they are, the more likely they are to yield plentiful showers.  How can we have rain without clouds?”  ~C. H. Spurgeon

Eastern phoebe

IMG_2189_Eastern Phoebe

A little bird, within a tangled wood,
Sang sweetly to the forest solitude;
From matin hour to vesper time it sang —
Until the leafy woodland spaces rang
With such a chorus of ecstatic glee
That all the world seemed pulsing harmony …
~Robert Frost