Today is a day like any other: twenty-four hours, a little sunshine, a little rain. Listen, says ambition, nervously shifting her weight from one boot to anotherwhy dont you get going? For there I am, in the mossy shadows, under the trees. And to tell the truth I dont want to let go of the wrists of idleness, I dont want to sell my life for money, I dont even want to come in out of the rain.

Devotions by Mary Oliver