The world is too much with us….. But that’s not how I felt at that moment. When I took this picture I felt just as it looks here…me, nature at a distance (those lovely tinkling cow-bells!), and humanity far, far away.
I have had, in my middle-length life of 39 years, three moments of utter silence. Not inner silence, that eludes me still; utter silence all around. I’ve talked about the first two moments in a couple of blog entries about five+ years back. This was the third…. Walking back from the gladiator arena to the … Continue reading
It seems to be more blessed than the first one….
It smelled of the rain and the dampening earth And long-growing mosses and the coal-fed hearth It smelled of leaves and rust and hay And I can’t tell what it was worth.
“He sat under a beautiful vivid green bower…. …. But green was still monochromatic.” Your turn.