It was one of those March days
when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold:
when it is summer in the light,
and winter in the shade.
~Charles Dickens, Great Expectations
Everything is blooming most recklessly;
if it were voices instead of colors,
there would be an unbelievable shrieking
into the heart of the night.
~Rainer Maria Rilke,
Letters of Rainer Maria Rilke