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“The soft scent of freshly fallen leaves tenderly permeated a forest ignited to a flaming brilliance with sizzling reds, burning oranges, and electric yellows. Yet in the midst of all of the riotous beauty the forest suddenly fell still and entirely silent. And in that moment it seemed that autumn paused in a sort of solemn reverence where it fondly recalled the leaves of summer that had set the stage for the glory of fall, while the slumber of winter would animate the buds of spring. And standing there I wondered if we should not take a moment to reflect on the fact that a season might be dark but it is only a chapter, never a story.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“The sun is no more than a tiny pinpoint of orange light atop an indigo sea now, leaving the sky violent shades of hot pink, lavender, and teal. Evening breezes play over us, carrying the scent of the ocean. It's getting cold, but Macon's body is warm and solid against mine.”
― Kristen Callihan, Dear Enemy

“The sparrows would laugh, pecking at the leaves that the wind pushed to the ground, then they would laugh again. They would abandon feathers among the thorny branches and chase after butterflies and laugh some more. It was that time of year.”
― Juan Rulfo, Pedro Páramo

“You can visualize, manifest, and create a beautiful life. You CAN eat dessert before dinner. You CAN have a salad for breakfast and a brownie for lunch. You can choose to fall in love with every moment of your life. You can choose to celebrate and honor every day. You, an enlightened woman, can choose to live the art of your living eulogy.”

Excerpt From: Sarah Voldeng. “The Art of an Enlightened Woman.” Apple Books.”
― Sarah Voldeng, The Art of an Enlightened Woman: A Manifesto