Somethings in life are worth revisiting, such as a favourite book…I have been ensconced in The Fountain Head for the past few weeks and at times find it challenging to fathom how gorgeous Ayn Rand’s writing can be. I came across one quote that speaks so much of the moment…Spring.
“They remembered only the feeling which is the meaning of spring-one’s
answer to the first blades of grass, the first buds on tree branches, the first
blue of the sky-the singing answer, not to grass, trees and sky, but to the
great sense of beginning, of triumphant progression, of certainty in an
achievement that nothing will stop.”