Or some gentle event, like the coming of an old friend or the returning to the old homestead, stirs old memories and kindles new thoughts.
Slowly the heart passes out of the penumbra.

The mind, too long obscured like a sun eclipsed by clouds, searches out some rift.
Suddenly reason comes into the clear.

God rises like an untroubled sun upon the soul's horizon.

How crystalline life looks! The mind literally exhales fancies and pictures, and each stick and stone is as full of suggestions and ideas as the forest is full of birds.

Old problems become clear as noonday.