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November 27, 2004
"...I watched my old friend, the creek, roll by my window...It is a
contradiction - this creek - a hundred thousand years old but renewed with each rainfall. I talked to it that morning,
whispered so it could hear, 'You are blessed, my friend, and I am blessed, and together we meet the coming days.' The
ripples and waves circled and twisted in agreement, the pale glow of morning light reflecting the world we share. The
creek and I. Flowing, ebbing, receding. It is life, I think, to watch the water. A man can learn so
many things."
~Nicholas Sparks (The Notebook)
November 25, 2004
"[He] listened to the crickets and the rustling leaves, thinking that the sound of nature
was more real and aroused more emotion than things like cars and planes. Natural things gave back more than they took,
and their sounds always brought him back to the way man was supposed to be...It's God's music and it'll take you home."
~Nicholas Sparks (The Notebook)
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