How sweet the morning air is! See how that one little cloud floats like a pink feather from some gigantic flamingo. Now the red rim of the sun pushes itself over the London cloud-bank. It shines on a good many folk, but on none, I dare bet, who are on a stranger errand than you and I. How small we feel with our petty ambitions and strivings in the presence of the great elemental forces of Nature!

Author   Arthur Conan DoyleTopics   Nature, Perspective, Morning, Adventure, Human Insignificance Copy Share on Share on Facebook Share on Pinterest Share on Twitter

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