Bulbjerg - 2
Whenever I get grim and spleenful...
whenever I feel like
knocking people 's hats off in the street...
whenever it's a damp,
drizzly November in my soul...
I know that it's high time
to get to sea again.
Choose any path you please...
and ten to one,
it carries you down to water.
There 's a magic in water
that draws all men away from the land...
Leads them over the hills down creeks,
and streams, and rivers to the sea.
The sea...
where each man, as in a mirror,
finds himself.
...aus Herman Melvilles 'Moby-Dick; or, The Whale'
Lila 04/12/2021 0:50
wunderschön mit den Wolken !L.G. Lila