Sitting with AM on his new boat, sharing a quiet, peaceful moment in the fading light of day.

One night a couple of weeks ago, when I was feeling a bit down, ColeMarie sat with me on one of the piers. She gave me a Bryn doll, and millions of her particles to play with. She talked about many things, and made me laugh.

Thanks for all of that, Cole

In a letter written in September, 1819 to his friend John Hamilton Reynolds from Winchester, after a September walk along a river bank, John Keats wrote:

"’How beautiful the season is now–How fine the air. A temperate sharpness about it. Really, without joking, chaste weather–Dian skies–I never liked stubble-fields so much as now–Aye better than the chilly green of the spring. Somehow, a stubble-field looks warm–in the same way that some pictures look warm. This struck me so much in my Sunday’s walk that I composed upon it.”

" Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,-
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies. "

-John Keats – third stanza from his poem "To Autumn" -1819

Link to complete poem: www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15565

I love the image and sound of the geese flying across AM’s build – The Quiet. I really like the way the sound changes as they approach, fly overhead and then disappear. In Chinese poetry, it is said that a flock of wild geese flying represents homesickness. As they fly overhead, they are said to be taking away the "heart’s sorrow".

Sitting with AM on his new boat, sharing a quiet, peaceful moment in the fading light of day.

One night a couple of weeks ago, when I was feeling a bit down, ColeMarie sat with me on one of the piers. She gave me a Bryn doll, and millions of her particles to play with. She talked about many things, and made me laugh.

Thanks for all of that, Cole

After a while, Isa came over to watch me play with Cole’s particles, and talk for a bit.

Since no one was around for a bit at The Ferry, I sat on one of the piers and played with all the millions of particles that Cole had given me.