An optimist stays up until midnight to see the new year in. A pessimist stays up to make sure the old year leaves.” Bill Vaughan
To the creak of leather
And the morning’s gold.
Break into a canter,
Shout to bank and tree,
Rocking down the waking trail
Kieran grinned. “‘Cause you can’t dance, it’s too wet to plow, and it’s a little windy to be stacking chickens.”
― Jesse Hajicek, The God Eaters
Norman Maclean. A river runs through it.