and dawn comes up with rosy fingers

January 9, 2012

The train from Perpignan to the north – Narbonne and then Toulouse or Montpellier or Bézier – runs straight  across the Étangs. At 8.18 just before sunrise . . .

 . . at 8.20, the first glimpse and sorry for the dirty windows!

The soft underbelly of the clouds reminds me of the gentle rosy pink curves of the flamingoes that inhabit this area.

Homer or perhaps it’s his translator uses the phrase  ‘and dawn comes up with rosy fingers’ intermittently in his Odyssey. I find it evocative and meaningful.

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