Sunday, 17 February 2008

Good Morning

Today is one of those fundamental spring and all magnificent days.

The white-blue sky full of hope and aspiration, the air chilled with a vestige of hard autumn and winter-that-can-not-be, and feelings in the roots of the grass and the long trunks of trees that say “sing, heart with all your hidden joy”.

I had been listening to Van Morrison singing with a passionate growl just before i wrote that so I may be unduly influenced but it is beautiful this morning.

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