She said it was a Quiet Night, so I’m quiet.
Being quiet.
Sounds – sights – smells – silence. All together quiet.
Everything quiet – still. And still the sound of water.
Remembered. In silence – in a grave.
…the evening draws on.
It’s a Quiet Night
She said it was a Quiet Night, so I’m quiet.
Bit of a blooper on the spelling of quiet which Iain kindly pointed out to me. So glad I was up late reading the Manchester Hermits blog and caught Iain’s email.
It’s been quite and quiet night!
Reminds me of an anthem I sang when I was a chorister many dacades ago;
“Comes at times,
A stillness as of even’ –
As when the waves break lightly on the shore.
(Break lightly).
“Comes then the dawn,
That gladsome awakening.”
Such beautiful shots. I really must visit. Some day…