Near Distances — Dawn...

Until yesterday I did not know that behind my eyes springs of gladness lay hidden, and that I could deal out abundant portions of laughter and smiles.

I did not know that there is a kind of wire, whose thinnest thread can set them gushing, strong and clear.

And the road to our house lost its way and stood bewildered: how could it be wide enough for me to pass with my joy!!..

And yesterday I discovered that I can love: I love every letter on a small sheet of paper that is the cause of all this commotion.

Every day has a name, but I have forgotten yesterday's name, and so today is lost. In my mind it is a great, long dawn awaiting a sunrise...