We walk in the sun

Our afternoon walk took us along the nearby Caledonian Railway Path - you can read a bit mote about the old Caledonian Railway network here ...

... the low, late sun reminded of this Tomas Tranströmer poem:


The Half-Finished Heaven

Despondency breaks off its course.
Anguish breaks off its course.
The vulture breaks off its flight.

The eager light streams out,
even the ghosts take a draught.

And our paintings see daylight,
our red beasts of the ice-age studios.

Everything begins to look around.
We walk in the sun in hundreds.

Each man is a half-open door
leading to a room for everyone.

The endless ground under us.

The water is shining among the trees.

The lake is a window into the earth.

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Tomas Tranströmer (1931 - 2015)

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