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Mary Oliver, from "Wild, Wild," in New And Selected Poems: Vol. II

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Untitled (Transformation), Laura Makabresku, 2016

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Deep in the forest a call was sounding, and as often as he heard this call, mysteriously thrilling and luring, he felt compelled to turn his back upon the fire and the beaten earth around it, and to plunge into the forest, and on and on, he knew not where or why; nor did he wonder where or why, the call sounding imperiously, deep in the forest.

—Jack London

The Call of The Wild

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Zoe

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If eternity had a season, it would be midsummer. Autumn, winter, spring are all change and passage, but at the height of summer the year stands poised. It's only a passing moment, but even as it passes the heart knows it cannot change.

Ursula K. Le Guin

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laurent askienazy

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And laughing together, we took our leave of one another, parted, never to meet in closeness again. Laughing is a good way to part. As good a way as any.

– Cornell Woolrich, from “Death Escapes the Eye,” Angels of Darkness: Tales of Women and Terror (The Mysterious Press)

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The farther one gets into the wilderness, the greater is the attraction of its lonely freedom.

— Theodore Roosevelt

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River Lech, Tyrolean Alps, Austria

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I am a quiet warmth, a comfortable moonglow amongst the sharp and dark things.

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Early dawn.

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"I meant to write about death, only life came breaking in as usual."

Virginia Woolf, The Diary of Virginia Woolf

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'Flight of the Dove' (1948)

photo by Pierre Jahan

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ray bradbury

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Jarek Lukaszewicz

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“In the morning light, all is possible; even becoming a god.”

— Sylvia Plath, on September 16, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath, 12 December 1958 – 15 November 1959