Detail from The Red Kerchief, Portrait of Mrs. Monet, 1873, Oil on canvas by Claude Monet / I have been entranced by this woman passing by my window (well, the "painted" window at my desk; it's part of a calendar that sits on my desk). She looks slightly wistful as she glances in the window.
No one knew the name of this day;
Born quietly from deepest night,
It hid its face in light
Demanded nothing for itself,
Opened out to offer each of us
A field of brightness that traveled ahead,
Providing in time, ground to hold our footsteps
And the light of thought to show the way.
~ John O'Donohue