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Sometimes the light likes to play games…
Topsail Beach, North Carolina.
Quote of the Day: “When you encounter someone you were destined to meet the conversation will take flight as if it were on wings of angels, complete strangers confiding in each other as if you were lifelong friends.” — Kevin Hall
Daily gratitudes:
Wonderful books
My nieces
Walking
Jumani apples
False moons
Today’s guest poet: Elizabeth Barrett Browning
[Portrait of Elizabeth Barrett Browning by William Charles Ross]
Sonnet XXII: When Our Two Souls Stand Up
When our two souls stand up erect and strong,
Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher,
Until the lengthening wings break into fire
At either curvèd point,–what bitter wrong
Can the earth do to us, that we should not long
Be here contented? Think. In mounting higher,
The angels would press on us and aspire
To drop some golden orb of perfect song
Into our deep, dear silence. Let us stay
Rather on earth, Belovèd,–where the unfit
Contrarious moods of men recoil away
And isolate pure spirits, and permit
A place to stand and love in for a day,
With darkness and the death-hour rounding it.
