After yesterday’s post, I felt the need to connect with nature in all her beauty.
I took to the woods with Stan:
From there for a deep cleanse in the sea as the sun was setting.
And home to hot juiced apples with cinnamon and, of course, poetry:
HappinessA state you must dare not enter with hopes of staying, quicksand in the marshes, and all the roads leading to a castle that doesn’t exist. But there it is, as promised, with its perfect bridge above the crocodiles, and its doors forever open.
(Stephen Dunn: from Staying Alive, edited by Neil Astley, Bloodaxe Books).