"art is the only way to run away without leaving home." Twyla Tharp

Dawn, by Paul Laurence Dunbar

An angel, robed in spotless white,

Bent down and kissed the sleeping Night.

Night woke to blush; the sprite was gone.

Men saw the blush and called it Dawn.

 

The Moon, by Sappho

The stars about the lovely moon
Fade back and vanish very soon,
When, round and full, her silver face
Swims into sight, and lights all space. 

 

 

How To Be An Explorer Of The World: Portable Life Museum, Keri Smith