The drying wind under this bright sun lifts up again the heads of the grass which were bent down & lodged in yesterday’s storm. Let in Time as a drying wind into the seedfield of today’s thoughts which are dank & warm & wet & low-bent. The west wind combed out the matted & dishevelled grass as it lay in night locks on the ground.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Journals and Miscellaneous Notebooks 7:36