Words to walk with:
From The Sun Rising by John Donne
"Busy old fool, unruly Sun,
Why dost thou thus,
Through windows, and through curtains, call on us?
Must to thy motions lovers' seasons run?
Saucy pedantic wretch, go chide
Late schoolboys, and sour prentices,
Go tell court-huntsmen that the king will ride,
Call country ants to harvest offices,
Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime,
Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time."
Thursday, 2 August 2007
The sun rising
Another reason I notice the sky more in winter is because the sun rises so much later. It is usually glowing red or pink when I get up in the morning.