Sunny wednesdayafternoon
A very sunny wednesday afternoon. My daughter had a day off, so we went to the city wood (Kralingse Bos) to walk with the dog. The colours of the beeches were wonderful.
I choose this picture for my blip because of the reflection.
I read a poem of Jack Gilbert with the news he died today. RIP
Going There
Of course it was a disaster.
The unbearable, dearest secret
has always been a disaster.
The danger when we try to leave.
Going over and over afterward
what we should have done
instead of what we did.
But for those short times
we seemed to be alive. Misled,
misused, lied to and cheated,
certainly. Still, for that
little while, we visited
our possible life.
Jack Gilbert
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