Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
Sunday, 2 November 2008
Up the road, afternoon
Chaucer's aging winter sun, turning from gold to 'laitoun', weakened and alloyed, I am uncertain about. Rather its light seems to me more pure, like homeopathic tincture, strengthened by dilution.
I like the idea of "Chaucer's aging winter sun . . ." as if the sun's light had to travel far to get here -- and finally arrived, like a weary pilgrim.
You are fortunate to get a ray of it today. We had nothing but a wet mass of cloud on this side of the Channel.
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I like the idea of "Chaucer's aging winter sun . . ." as if the sun's light had to travel far to get here -- and finally arrived, like a weary pilgrim.
You are fortunate to get a ray of it today. We had nothing but a wet mass of cloud on this side of the Channel.
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