Every place has its own scent, and your route through the day creates a unique way to see this world. There is a poem from William Blake to say how to see this world. (Felicia Simion)
To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.
A truth that’s told with bad intent
Beats all the Lies you can invent.
It is right it should be so;
Man was made for Joy and Woe;
And when this we rightly know
Thro’ the World we safely go.
Every Night and every Morn
Some to Misery are Born.
Some are Born to sweet delight,
Some are Born to Endless Night. (Josep Sumalla)