What time the meanest brick and stone
Take on a beauty not their own,
And past the flaw of builded wood
Shines the intention whole and good,
And all the little homes of man
Rise to a dimmer, nobler span;
When colour's absence gives escape
To the deeper spirit of the shape,
Then earth's great architecture swells
Among her mountains and her fells
Under the moon to amplitude
Massive and primitive and rude:
Moonlight - Vita Sackville-West
New Year! New Moon!
I'm in one of those January reflective moods.... neither one thing or the other, not happy, not sad, just pondering.
Yes all the festivities were wonderful and I am deeply grateful for all the love and showering of presents and sparkles that were abundant.
My photos from Paris seem to echo my feelings.
I shall snap out of this reverie soon I know, it will catch me unawares and I shall bounce out the other side, I always do.........