by Fred J. Calfior and Douglas W. Miller
There are days which occur in this climate, at almost any season of the year, wherein the world reaches its perfection, when the air, the heavenly bodies, and the earth, make a harmony, as if nature would indulge her offspring. When everything that has life gives sign of satisfaction, and the cattle that lie on the ground seem to have great and tranquil thoughts. We have crept out of our close and crowded houses into the night and morning, and we see what majestic beauties daily wrap us in their bosom. The blue zenith is the point in which romance and reality meet. Makes your heart melt to read those words, doesn't it? But you're still at a dead end!