somehow, the sun - MY sun- has sunk into sad obscurity in the week gone by.
on the other hand, my next nine days dawn free and irresponsible...
and my lovely daughter returns home from canada on monday.
hopefully that will raise the dark cloud, at least - and at last - above eye-level.
I read this and your previous entry and I think immediately of Tennyson.
ReplyDelete"Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail,
That brings our friends up from the underworld,
Sad as the last which reddens over one
That sinks with all we love below the verge;"
Thank you, Brandon. I will go read me some more Tennyson now. Your quote adds melancolia ... to which I am no stranger.
ReplyDeleteLynn, back to the plebian ... what is the image of here ... I cannot for the life of me put it into a context ...
i'm ALWAYS thanking Brandon: his insights and quotes make me smile and reflect....
ReplyDeletethis is part of a childrens art project - freshly painted papier-m�� drying on the windowsill of a "basisschool", not far from the frederiksplein.