The Jasmine and Wisteria

 

 

 " A summer rain had left the night clean and sparkling with drops of water. I leaned against the end

pillar of the gallery, my head touching the soft tendrils of a jasmine which grew there in a constant battle with a wisteria, and I thought of what lay before me throughout the world and throughout time,

and resolved to go about it delicately and reverently, learning that from each thing which would take

me best to another."- Anne Rice