“We are cups, constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is, knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out.” ~ Ray Bradbury
He died peacefully (thankfully) in his home Tuesday evening after a long illness. He was 91 years old. If you're not aware, he is was the author of Fahrenheit 451, The Martian Chronicles, and Something Wicked This Way Comes, among others.
Not unexpected, but still a surprise. He was a long time favourite of mine, and of many. Here's to him.
In other news, find myself wishing it were still winter.