As the days get shorter, I resolve to be taller.
Time drops in decay,
Like a candle burnt out,
And the mountains and woods
Have their day, have their day.
Poem by W.B. Yeats, The Moods
As the days get shorter, I resolve to be taller.
Time drops in decay,
Like a candle burnt out,
And the mountains and woods
Have their day, have their day.
Poem by W.B. Yeats, The Moods
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and they’re just starting to get longer over here. I now get home from work before it gets dark!
Nice Autumn shot. ‘The season of mellow fruitfulness’ but those shortening days have their sadness. Like the monologue
Good luck with that!
The older I get, the more I feel time “noodging me” – would that I could give it a great big noodge in return, make it fall back….
If I can’t noodge time, can I at least noodge my breasts back up where they belong?
Can I just say, as I probably have before, that you have like, the best weblog ever? That is all.
I like long days. Sunny skies, a warm breeze. I should move to Florida.
I am lamenting as well, though there is a sweet whiff in the air – that helps.
Daylight Savings is so stupid. I can’t stand it.
Yesterday was super short, and so was today. Yet, I still have to work the same number of hours. Mmmm… something is wrong here!
If you’re taller you’ll be able to see further over the horizon and therefore your day will last longer.
Spring time in New Zealand now, days are getting longer over here. Can’t wait for summer!