After a busy few days – torrential wind and rain yesterday, āflu jab, and returning to Lakeland from Edinburgh – all is calm and peaceful here this morning. I realise that Iāve just spent a silent half hour gazing at the āSlant of light.ā
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, Iām finding her reflections can also illuminate delight. Thereās a nip in the air but itās certainly a good morning.
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Whenever I see your name in my inbox, itās a good morning! Xx
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Thank you so much, Mimi. Your name has a similar effect upon my days! š¤šx
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WMS, Simon. Your posts are always a source of delight. Xxx
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Thatās very generous, Lori, and also deeply appreciated ššxx
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