- So many colors get thrown together here, like they're all shouting to be heard at once. (at the farmer's market)
- Tiny little seashells in the stone. Ocean shells. On top of a mountaintop that feels like it's miles in the sky. (fnding fossils)
- Especially snow that happens when you least expect it and just sprinkles down for a little while. It feels like a secret.
Robert Frost and his poem, "Birches" bear special significance in this story. Reading the lines of his poem interweaved with Messner's writing makes me want to climb, ponder, and hug a tree. I would love to lay down beneath a tree and take a good, long gaze at the beauty of the branches reaching to the sky and the intricacies of the leaves we so often take for granted, or bitterly resent raking. This book is inspiring. Pick it up today.