At The Going Down Of The Sun..

This part of Wordsworth's Ode 'Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood' was read today:

What though the radiance which was once so bright  
Be now for ever taken from my sight,  
   Though nothing can bring back the hour  
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;  
     We will grieve not, rather find  
     Strength in what remains behind;  
     In the primal sympathy  
     Which having been must ever be;  
     In the soothing thoughts that spring  
     Out of human suffering;  
     In the faith that looks through death,  
In years that bring the philosophic mind.

In other circumstances it would have been a pleasure to bump into fellow blipper DomesticGoddess, who knew J through his walking group.

It was not a day for blipping but I snapped the sunset from the car on the way home.