A silence, the brief Sabbath of an hour, Reigns o'er the fields; the laborer sits within His dwelling; he has left his steers awhile, Unyoked, to bite the herbage, and his dog Sleeps stretched beside the door-stone in the shade.… — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
“You’re just a hiker out for a stroll, huh?” “Something like that.” A marmot skittered across the trail as his younger self laughed and said, “Sure you are.” — James L. Rubart Copy Share Image
