Falling in - to this or that

[michaelboy]

You may learn a few interesting things about demeanor when someone has a great set of performance tires. But far and away, you will learn much more about them, in essence when they flat on a highway during rush-hour.

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As I write, I am seated under a big wild-cherry tree the warm day temper’d by partial clouds and a fresh breeze, neither too heavy nor light and here I sit long and long, envelop’d in the deep musical drone of these bees, flitting, balancing, darting to and fro about me by hundreds big fellows with light yellow jackets, great glistening swelling bodies, stumpy heads and gauzy wings humming their perpetual rich mellow boom.

(Is there not a hint in it for a musical composition, of which it should be the back-ground? some bumble-bee
symphony?)

How it all nourishes, lulls me, in the way most needed; the open air, the rye-fields, the apple orchards. The last two days have been faultless in sun, breeze, temperature and everything; never two more perfect days, and I have enjoy’d them wonderfully. My health is somewhat better, and my spirit at peace.
(Yet the anniversary of the saddest loss and sorrow of my life is close at hand.)

From: Bumble Bees, Walt Whitman