Danny James

Tag: evening

  • 358

    A man needs an evening walk with his reflections. Where the world returns to him his thoughts, refined and cleansed.

  • 321

    It has been a strangely pleasant Winter this year with very little of the usual Polar qualities experienced as in earlier Seasons. As though not content with her reputation for cold has Nature adopted a more affable temperament. And from a light rail bound for Newcastle, enjoying the features of an afternoon entify into evening, […]

  • 188: Good morning, Sunshine

    I flatter myself that she combs the Earth each night by candlelight until I am found Or rising first reserves her glow until I’m slipped of my slumber sound. But she feigns a gladdened expression looking lastly where I have always waited I am the one dismantled, my overlooked hopes with thee over the hills […]

  • 116: The wood, the hills, the valley

    Awake at no hour atypical, but of an acute proceedings in effect I became increasingly aware. Sensitivities at fresh mornings issue, seemed quickened above a common reflex. A quiescent surcharge had overnight mingled the blood, and bade some stirring semblance of rapture, begin its corrective undulations surge deep and wide the full cellular tapestry in […]

  • 90

    My housemate returned last evening from a wandering abroad, whose soothed expression of renewed prosperity has recalled my own souls fondness and suitability for the trekking life that has survived the nights dilution. Thus I am riding a gentler, more aerial tone of humour this morning that threatens to lift me further into elations giddying […]

  • 62: Discoursing with intellectuals

    Deliver us from the monotony of fools? Perhaps sir, the intellectuals will bury themselves first. Perhaps thy introspections, though striking may they be, are boorish and unuseful to common minds that into thy calculation saunter, and who benefit the better from deliberate action of the limbs, than rather prolonged deliberation. In truth, there are many […]

  • 61

    At last, I have reached that age the elderly folk often would depict, where I fain envy no more than simple pleasantries, such as a book and a cup of tea, to see out my evenings. If it be, as indicated it would, within my refined want and most essential influence to improve the moment, […]