This morning’s hallowed moment

Presently the smell of coffee began to fill the room. This was morning’s hallowed moment. In such a fragrance the perversity of the world is forgotten, and the soul is inspired with faith in the future […]. Some day, incredible though it might seem, spring would come with its birds, its buttercups in the home-field.

― Halldór Laxness, Independent People

 

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