The burning cathedral of summer

"I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer. My bank of wild grass is majestic and full of music. It is a fire that solitude presses against my lips."

~Violette Leduc

I know only part of their stories.

I'm sure though there are hundreds like them.

When the sun goes down at night

behind the glittering windows,

they appear.

Perhaps they are here all day,

actually ~

they are,

and we are surrounded by them.

Today as I walked through our city centre,

I saw them.

One sat sleeping upright on a bench in the heart

of our town.

Another rummaging for thrown away big macs and fries.

The lost,  the lonely, the forgotten.

We never have to look very far to find them.

All making up

the

burning cathedral of summer



Reading
The Lincoln Lawyer
by the marvellous John Grisham

Drinking
Lebanese coffee

Listening to
Gold Radio

Dreaming of
our trip to the States

Aspiring to
taking better photographs

Todays post inspired by this movie,
which I watched last night.