Saturday, May 19, 2012
Light struggles to penetrate the low-cloud,
Steady showers pass through form the clouds above.
It is still dark:
A glow from the Drawing Room fire dances on the wooden floor
Catching its rhythm reflected in the gilt and glass of the Hall mirrors.
A quiet, peaceful morning, on an otherwise busy Saturday.
Can I resist the urge to reach for the iPad and see what the world will tumble in?