Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread upon my dreams–
“He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven”, W.B. Yeats
Tuesday, Nov. 28, 9 am, low tide, light north wind, 33 degrees. Sun and blue sky.
I could have snapped a thousand pictures (no filters here, ever, by the way) — and each one would be more gorgeous. Beth caught me looking for the perfect view for you. The reflection was gone a few minutes later, so I’m glad I saw it, and happy I can share it. There cannot be a prettier place in the world at this moment.
Don’t you think someone should sing? A verse from a hymn would be appropriate. (I mean the ones from the “good” church people, who followed and believe in the kind and gentle Jesus, the hippie fisherman/carpenter who preached peace, love and understanding.) Alleluia will do, if you don’t know any of the others. It’s a stunner when the clouds lift and reveal this backdrop. It makes you smile, feel warmer, lighter, happy. Grateful. In love even with this place all over again. Everything seems new today. The beach was cleaned by the waves last night too- the seaweed is gone and the sticks and drift wood pushed up and away.
Everyone will be out here at lunchtime I bet. Almost-December sunshine after weeks of gray skies has a force greater than gravity to open doors and pull people outside.
There was one dark cloud to the south and in it we saw a bright slice that looked just like an alien space ship. The light must be making us giddy. John Denver was right. Turns out it was the sun. It altered shape before I could capture the image, revealing Jesus Rays.
Beth and I laughed at that– Jesus returning in a UFO? And why not? On a morning such as this, anything is possible. And the mountains do look as if they are dressed in the cloths of heaven, don’t they Trixie?
