After a busy few days – torrential wind and rain yesterday, ‘flu jab, and returning to Lakeland from Edinburgh – all is calm and peaceful here this morning. I realise that I’ve just spent a silent half hour gazing at the ‘Slant of light.’
Emily Dickinson was reflecting on winter melancholy when she wrote the poem There’s a certain Slant of light in 1861. Not for the first time, I’m finding her reflections can also illuminate delight. There’s a nip in the air but it’s certainly a good morning.
Whenever I see your name in my inbox, it’s a good morning! Xx
Thank you so much, Mimi. Your name has a similar effect upon my days! 🤗🙏x
WMS, Simon. Your posts are always a source of delight. Xxx
That’s very generous, Lori, and also deeply appreciated 🙂🙏xx
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