#316 – Remembrance
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them. – Laurence Binyon
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them. – Laurence Binyon
Lit up at night.
My neighbour’s gate.
Snuggle up.
When black cats cross your path?
When sometimes a broom just isn’t enough.
A tablecloth of fallen leaves.
Looking up through the porch roof of Edinburgh’s Princes Mall .
OK, so it was actually a streetlight, but that wouldn’t have sounded as good…
Sometimes, we need a quiet place to reflect.