I took this photograph before I went on holiday.
This morning, just a few weeks later, I was struck by how much lower the sun is in the sky.
When summer gathers up her robes of glory,
And, like a dream, glides away.
I took this photograph before I went on holiday.
This morning, just a few weeks later, I was struck by how much lower the sun is in the sky.
When summer gathers up her robes of glory,
And, like a dream, glides away.