This grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never all dried at once; a shower is forever falling; vapor ever rising. Eternal sunrise, eternal sunset, eternal dawn and gloaming, on seas and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls.
–John Muir
[via the great Whiskey River]

I like that. Makes me feel so inconsequential, here today and gone tomorrow, yet “the dew is never all dried at once…”