The birds are molting. If only man could molt also — his mind once a year its errors, his heart once a year its useless passions.
I never quite thought of life in this way, but it would be amazing if you could do both of these one time a year. Did I ever tell you that I have tons of these little quotes on post-it notes above my desk. Every time I get annoyed about something, I simply look up and read one of them. Suddenly all is write with my world again!