Nocturn
We tire of the city
We tire of it all
We long for just that something more…
- Kate Bush, “Nocturn” (from Aerial)
But the sunlight was golden on my face, and pale pink petals fluttered through the air. Birds…and the sounds of water. And the evening stretching long, like a cat after a warm nap.
Such a pretty Saturday.
Cheers.