5.30pm on the 26th
February 26, 2011
What beauty over the sea this afternoon – a Roman candle effect – or where the rainbow ends?
. . and then there were two columns of light but too close for a true arc so no rainbow! To the west, a spectacle like a symphony of effects – light, movement, colour, layers of softness and overall brilliance.
Dazzles the sky with colors
As the sun goes west Ashaswapna Ashaprema
Beachy Head looked like a sea monster ploughing its way over the rim of the ocean. And the clouds appear to dip and curve down to the horizon line. Lots of energy happening above and around us.
Everyone was snapping away!
In my sky at twilight you are like a cloud
and your form and colour are the way I love them.
You are mine, mine, woman with sweet lips
and in your life my infinite dreams live.
The lamp of my soul dyes your feet,
the sour wine is sweeter on your lips,
oh reaper of my evening song,
how solitary dreams believe you to be mine!
You are mine, mine, I go shouting it to the afternoon’s
wind, and the wind hauls on my widowed voice.
Huntress of the depth of my eyes, your plunder
stills your nocturnal regard as though it were water.
You are taken in the net of my music, my love,
and my nets of music are wide as the sky.
My soul is born on the shore of your eyes of mourning.
In your eyes of mourning the land of dreams begin.
Pablo Neruda In My Sky at Twilight