michtam

Not only the ripening fruit, but also the flowers are beautiful.

Whether the fruit serves the flower or the flower the fruit only — who knows?

Yet both are given to us. Costly, rare blooms — sprung from the freedom of the playful, brave, and trusting spirit in a happy hour — such is the friend to the friend.

Playful, at first, on the far journeys of the spirit, into wonderful, distant realms, which in the haze of the morning sun glitter like gold; but in the heat of the day are by thin clouds in a blue sky encompassed; while in the stirrings of the night, lit only by the lamp, like hidden private treasures, they beckon the seeker.