The way snow settles on branches,
the glorious, startling red of a cardinal,
how the fragrance of hyacinths fill a room.
I commit them to memory, with the hope that when I am overwhelmed, they will revive me.
Meanwhile... There are whale alive today who were born before Moby Dick was written. here (and check out their link to the Moby Dick big read);
You can view Emily Dickinson's letters, manuscripts and fragments here (click guest);
Ninety-four years ago in Boston a "Giant Wave of 2,300,000 Gallons of Molasses, 50 Feet High, Sweeps Everything Before It—100 Men, Women and Children Caught In Sticky Stream—Buildings, Vehicles, and L Structure Crushed.” from The Boston Post, January 15 1919; read more here.