Sun behind the clouds.

It was sunny when I left for my walk, then its wasn't cos of the clouds. 

Listened to songs, and now i'm thinking "I wouldn't mind living next to a baked potato shop, cos I love that smell"


Out of the dry days
through the dusty leaves
far across the valley 
those few notes never 
heard here before 



(from W.S. Merwin, ‘Unknown Bird’)