Danny James

Tag: sun

  • 331: My glowing daybreak friend

    My glowing daybreak friend, from the nearest reachable greeting point of this shifting globe I lunge thee toward with unbearable stillness, and will, with all the wishing might of a child at Christmas Eve, for a quicker revolution and that cardinal glimpse of thy gladdening light jovial patience rewards.

  • 329: Light reveals wonder

    Hurling toward thee, o herald of the Auroral sky, I bring news of many revolutions. So much has changed again, I wonder if you’ll perceive me anymore, as much to myself am I unfamiliar anew. But o, the things you must have seen of the world while I slept. How fares my neighbours on the […]

  • 326

    A man who, being both true and good; who perseveres the task of his significance, independent and uninterfering: before any grand sun-scorched sierra, disintegrating star or unimaginable bliss here or later, may well be the uppermost of miracles, on this great globe of inexhaustible enchants. Yet, how the baser marvels apprehend, and we vilify the […]

  • 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, […]

  • 315: Distance

    Stamina, heart? This is reasoning past reasonable gravity. In this realm my strength is none. My Sun, my saviour, my giving grace; turning away from thee, is but looking ahead for thee.

  • 309: Patagonia part 4

    No matter now in what city I find myself, when a cold wind is such that it penetrates to the marrow, and scatters the rain into a melee of fine mist-fall visible under a street light, I can’t help but peering up at the brume be lulled smiling into memories den; down the burning corridors […]

  • 300: Reason

    Be content. If you can still wish upon thee a rain of blessings, which you do. Enjoy what is free and unimpeded. Warm sunshine and a cool breeze. Flowers by the road. The grass beneath your feet and a white clouds lull. The might of Reason. Be satisfied.

  • 299: Entry point

    A gentle wind reminds the heart of its wings, and by degrees draws an idle travellers musings again to contemplate the horizon.

  • 297

    But not fixed.

  • 296

    Be firm when it hits.