{ Snapshot }

The sun has long been set,
The stars are out by twos and threes,
The little birds are piping yet
Among the bushes and trees;
There’s a cuckoo, and one or two thrushes,
And a far-off wind that rushes,
And a sound of water that gushes,
And the cuckoo’s sovereign cry
Fills all the hollow of the sky.
Who would “go parading”
In London, “and masquerading,”
On such a night of June
With that beautiful soft half-moon,
And all these innocent blisses?
On such a night as this is!

by Williams Wordsworth (The Sun Has Long Been Set)

I’m missing my childhood home and needed some comfort. Wordsworth is one of my favorite poets, and his words always make me feel better. The picture was taken on my last trip home to visit my family. I practically grew up on that farm.