Paris; this April sunset completely utters utters serenely silently a cathedral before whose upward lean magnificent face the streets turn young with rain, spiral acres of bloated rose coiled within cobalt miles of sky yield to and heed the mauve of twilight (who slenderly descends, daintily carrying in her eyes the dangerous first stars) people […]
Archives for August 2012
Tumbling roses, redbrick houses, the wind whirling through the air at dusk, the comforting glow of Tungsten lightbulbs, porches, front doors painted a myriad of colours, the gentle lullaby of the sea. This was the England I missed so dearly.
Lately I’ve been dreaming of this view.