No beer reviews just new worlds

The stones here speak to me, and I know their mute language. Also, they seem deeply to feel what I think. So a broken column of the old Roman times, an old tower of Lombardy, a weather-beaten Gothic piece of a pillar understands me well. But I am a ruin myself, wandering among ruins.

-- Heinrich Heine

“Between every two pines is a doorway to a new world.”

Bursts of gold on lavender melting into saffron. It's the time of day when the sky looks like it has been spray-painted by a graffiti artist.

Man needs color to live; it’s just as necessary an element as fire and water.

-- Fernand Léger

Well, I know now. I know a little more how much a simple thing like a snowfall can mean to a person

"It’ll be this kind of deep blue" she said. "The kind of color that somehow sucks your eyes and your ears and all your words - the color of a completely closed-in night."