Nov 15, 2021

it was a Sunday drive out to a harbour on` golden Autumn day`.

 We drove.

Drive there we listened to... fleet foxes...

Spoke about today

Had coffee, then had another.

Loved the views as Autumn glowed with shades of orange and yellow on display

soon pulled up near the harbour, Boats tied up for the winter.

Silent.

Seagulls found new roosting places ,eating less chips.

Walked to the full harbour,Cafes closed but people a plenty.

Many walking out ,it `felt kind`, me, my son both commented.

It felt Sunday

Sunday on the harbour wall

week ahead holds some serious challenges.

Way home we listened to Eagles ..OUT OF EDEN...


This is Pieter Bruegel the Elder's Netherlandish Proverbs, sometimes known as The Blue Cloak from one of its most haunting details, painted in 1559 and visualising the folklore of the Low Countries. 


“Now we’re driving dazed and drunk” in a grainy, plaintive voice, it is an entire nation at the wheel, “bloated with entitlement, loaded on propaganda.”

WE TALKED ABOUT LYRICS
Joked how we knew people full of entitlement
trying to be as important as their social media image
how sometimes a singer captures your emotion
your experience
your thinking
you

you were just too busy being fabulous
Too busy to think about us
I don't know what you were dreaming of
Somehow you forgot about love
And you were just too busy being fabulous




it was a Sunday drive out to harbour on golden Autumn day.
Sure felt God was present.


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. . . she got a postcard in the mail
That just said Heaven,with a picture of the ocean and the beach
The simple words he wrote her
Said he loved her
How he'd hold her if his arms would reach
Wish you were here, wish you could see this place
Wish you were near,Wish I could touch your face
The weather's nice, it's paradise
It's summertime all year and there's some folks we know
They say, "Hello, "
I miss you so, wish you were here"