Written by Yehuda Amichai; translated by Stephen Mitchell

The sea is cold, but it contains the hottest blood of all.

We went looking for a fix and found a little more of ourselves instead.

“Adventure is just bad planning.”
—Roald Amundsen

Not all wealth is counted in coin. Some of it is the warmth of a late sun, the company of a soul, and the hush between crickets and stars.

We chased the day westward, but the light still slipped away.

I am hiking this morning.

Trust is a fragile thing—especially when it comes wrapped in fur and vengeance.

Time to reflect, respect and recover.

It's harder than you might think. Some hearts hold a particular person quietly, faithfully—whether or not they ever get to say it aloud.