A postcard from summer
An Ode to WH Davies- Some days are so utterly beautiful. They shake you up. So utterly calm, they rest you in spirit. Today is one such day for me. And today is a day for music and for the air to flow past you and for you to just reach around and feel it. And it is here. No deadline, no rush-hour, no office-work, no to-do lists, no buying or selling- today is just for solemn somnambulance and for contemplating the free spirit that life bestows on you one way or another. Winter is almost over- brief though it was and summer is playing peek-a-boo. And the summer- she had her own music . An enchantress who casts her spell long before she arrives. She perfumes her way much ahead of her arrival so that enraptured souls lie await in torment and await with bated breath for what is to come. Today I wish my name was Balthazar and I was in Corsica or Naples sitting atop a winding hill at my window writing beautiful prose that will surv...