everything is alive, nothing is ever still. we're surrounded by life, we must live, too

© Steven Russell

how can you lie to me, on such a night as this, beneath such sky? tell your lies in autumn, if you must, in the gloom and the mud, but not now, not here. you're being watched! look up, you absurd man! a thousand eyes, all shining with indignation! you must be good and true, just as all this is good and true. don't break this silence with your little words!

from Wild Honey by Anton Chekhov