Dolphin Address 3 2003
16 juni 2003
Though at home I seldom take the trouble to lift as much as a look above the horizon, here I follow the celestial event from the earliest daylight. Before dawn the smithy of the new sun is glowing above the Cairn of Murrooghkilly. Gooseflesh creeps upon me while I speedpee, just a moment, just a look and then again into the car on all fours.
One pee later an unborn sun is dipping the clouds in her light. Even on the opposide her red breaks down the grey in capricious purples.
And at the side a slipshod moon, scarcely headed in, bleaching away, maybe until tomorrow night.
Over my shoulder larks escalate in soundaround. Then satiated and suddenly in shivers I feel like just one little other snug hour under the simmer of the goose down.
Jan Ploeg, Mrs. Brydie's Magical Terrace, Fanore, June 16 2003
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