tisdag 31 maj 2011
Rain over London
A poet once wrote a line that was immortal, but I have forgotten it.
Rain fills London. The city becomes a city of light: all surfaces catch a holiness that normal days hide away from us.
Stillness fills the dead angles of chimneys, corners, nooks, crannies and thoughts. The rain brings us these blessings: it makes the eternal city a place of rest.