I am a little out of sync. today as I hate it when the clocks change, it affects me for weeks. I shall be 'one hour out' for too long a while and then when I am fully adjusted they will change the damned things back again. Why can't they leave them alone?
I love daydreaming and my (new) beautiful header pic was topping an article in Saturday's Guardian so I thought I would post it here. It got me dreaming about dreaming..... I do a lot of it: staring into space etc. I have always done this and I also love studying clouds by day and the skies at night and the river as it flows. Birdwatching takes up much time here too. I suppose it's meditation.
Has anyone else been watching the fantastic Danish crime serial The Killing? It has been unmissable; the best thing on TV as far as I am concerned and though it has been dark, in more ways than one, it has really brightened Saturday nights TV-wise. Everyone is saying that it puts British drama in the shade. (Too many mixed-up light and shade references here, sorry). It was the last episode in the current series last night but still left me with much to think about. I had to read something 'light' (sorry I am at it again) in bed before going to sleep because I think I would have been kept awake still wondering or perhaps I would have had bad dreams. I had better not give anything away in case you haven't seen it and you watch it in the future but it did fiercely bring home to me how one killing can affect the lives of so many. Can ruin the lives of so many. That of course applies not only to murder but also to war. Are the two (too) closely related I wonder?
To lighten the tone here is the best Dreamy song I know, written by Fleetwood Mac's Stevie Nicks who by chance also featured in the Guardian yesterday. I was planning to feature a piece of music by The Shadows as Jet Harris died recently, God rest him, I shall do that another day.
I'm off to take some air now; unfortunately the sun hasn't got his hat on yet, unlike yesterday when he paraded all day and all was bright!
But I must eave you with a poem by the great Wallace Stevens.
Happy Sunday to you all,
Go mbeannai Dia duit,