Out and About, Photo/Poem Series It’s a Quiet Night July 28, 2009 Mugo 3 Comments 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. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)MoreClick to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window) Related
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! Reply
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.” Reply
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…