It sometimes strikes me how immensely fortunate I am that each day should take its place in my life, either reddened with the rising and setting sun, or refreshingly cool with deep, dark clouds, or blooming like a white flower in the moonlight. What untold wealth!
Rabindranath Tagore (1921). “Glimpses of Bengal: Selected from the Letters of Sir Rabindranath Tagore, 1885 to 1895”
