Watching the clouds, some merge slowly and some are swallowed up quickly;
like the days , some are gone quickly and some are lingering, leaving us --
A day, a week, a month, a year!
"Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will him about mine ears; and sometime voices,
That if I then had waked after long sleep,
Will make me sleep again, and then in dreaming
The clouds methought would open and show riches
Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked
I cried to dream again."
- William Shakespeare, The Tempest, 3.2
Will him about mine ears; and sometime voices,
That if I then had waked after long sleep,
Will make me sleep again, and then in dreaming
The clouds methought would open and show riches
Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked
I cried to dream again."
- William Shakespeare, The Tempest, 3.2
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Big skies and a scattering of birds...perfect.
ReplyDeleteIt looks really beautiful. The birthday boy sure had a great lunch.
ReplyDeleteMartin; thank you for your visit.
ReplyDeletePat; thanks a lot for stopping by.
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