A lovely poem, especially that last line where I stopped breathing. Yes, I thrive on the sky and its endless canvas! Here is one of the sunset a few days ago --
---In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, <awoelflebater@...> wrote : ---In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, <s3raphita@...> wrote : ---In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, <awoelflebater@...> wrote : ---In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, <fleetwood_macncheese@...> wrote : Nice how the light in the sky, the backlit clouds create a dramatic silhouette of the trees. What diversity we are surrounded with. Everywhere you look there is so much worth seeing. I often find myself gazing at the sky to take a break from the claustrophobia of city life! TO one who has been long in city pent, ’Tis very sweet to look into the fair And open face of heaven,—to breathe a prayer Full in the smile of the blue firmament. Who is more happy, when, with hearts content, Fatigued he sinks into some pleasant lair Of wavy grass, and reads a debonair And gentle tale of love and languishment? Returning home at evening, with an ear Catching the notes of Philomel,—an eye Watching the sailing cloudlet’s bright career, He mourns that day so soon has glided by: E’en like the passage of an angel’s tear That falls through the clear ether silently. (Keats) Thank you for that Keats and Seraphita.