Then sun again
A heron stands in the shallows.
Waiting
Alison Sudol (A Fine Frenzy) sings beautifully in my head. She's a relatively new singer. Lovely voice.
Well crafted songs
“Making the best of it ..
You’re not alone in this ..
There's hope for the hopeless
....Still when you're heart is sore
And the heavens pour.....
Like a willow bending in the storm
You'll make it .....
There's hope for the hopeless....”
Downstream past the Havana Bar, the Irish Pub,
the Lisbon Casino.
All quiet now on a Monday morning
Debris piled up from the night before
Party in the park.
Now it’s Emmylou Harris and Mark Knopfler (yes, he of Dire Straits fame)
An interesting collaboration. “Beyond my wildest dreams” Gentle country.
“And as the dawn appears
At the edge of the night
There's still a light that gleams
Beyond my wildest dreams...”
Now past the Oceanarium, then the Marina.
There’s a cruise ship docked out in the river.
Tourists here to see the grand city of Lisbon
Must be about the 3 km mark. Time to turn back.
Grey clouds swirling. A few drops of rain in my face.
“I've been thinking”, sings Van Morrison in my head
(“Take me Back” from Hymns to the Silence)
....there's so much suffering,
too much confusion in the world....
Take me way, way, way, way back...
when the world made more sense....
in a green meadow...
in the golden afternoon
In the eternal moment,
in the eternal moment
In the grace, in grace
When you lived in the light
In the light, in the grace....
Passed a photographer on the boardwalk.
Camera poised. catch the early morning light.
And the bridge. And the birds.
“A Luz!.” I call out to him as I run past “Fantastico! Excelente!”
He looks bemused and then he smiles. But I’m gone
Mellow throaty tones of Cesaria Evora now. Melancholy and latin.
Very different but fits perfectly the morning mood. Caboverdiana, though she sings in Spanish on this one.
Kiss me, as though it was our last night on earth... she sings :
“Bésame, bésame mucho
Como si fuera esta la noche
la última vez
Bésame, bésame mucho...”
Rain’s steady now. I’m soaked. But loving it. Fresh. New.
And a change of pace in my headphones. Muse.
Now how did that get there ...must be Colin.
“It’s a new dawn
It’s a new day
It’s a new life
For me
And I’m feeling good”
Home.
Wet.
Rejoicing.
God is good.
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