19:19

7:19pm

The rain has gone, but so have the clouds. A helpful pigeon flew by to prove the photo is of sky.


From A Shropshire Lad
XXXII

From far, from eve and morning
And you tewelve-winded sky.
The stuff of life to knit me
Blew hither: here am I.

Now - for a breath I tarry
Not yet disperse aprat -
Take my hand quick and tell me
What have you in your heart.

Speak now, and I will answer:
How shall I help you, say;
Ere to the wind's twelve quaters
I take my endless way.

A.E. Housman
1859 - 1936)