The years, the months, the days, and the hours have flown by my open window. Here and there an incident, a towering moment, a naked memory, an etched countenance, a whisper in the dark, a golden glow these and much more are the woven fabric of the time I have lived.
Howard Thurman (1981). “With Head and Heart: The Autobiography of Howard Thurman”, p.291, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
