“And from now on the days grow longer. Winter turns over.
"And from now on the days grow longer. Winter turns over.
From today, every morning the sun rises a bit of goodwill earlier, and sets a bit later in the evening.
A bit of goodwill, every day.
Some strange, happy emotion took hold of him, some humble gratitude for that little bit of goodwill that had finally arrived from deep within the vast and unknown span of time, and that would, every morning and every evening, push a little at the lock of the daylight, a bit of goodwill, just a bit of goodwill… until this goodwill slowly widens and grows, and spring unfolds from it!"
/Albert Wass/
The Witch of Funtinel
