Alarming Female

This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless,
Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done,
Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou lovest best,
Night, sleep, death and the stars.

Walt Whitman ~ A Clear Midnight

David was funny and forthright; a talented knitter, often amused, quick-witted, and seemingly at home among us. His quick laugh, dark eyes and corkscrew curls will be what I remember. He will be missed.