Lumière ...

I don't want the last evidence of me on this blog to be a picture of a foggy railway platform, so for the case that I die very soon, I've unearthed some pictures of sunnier days. They seem almost impossibly far away right now, even if they're only just over a month old. Also the drastic contrasts of darkness and light in those photos are a little comforting in the face of my currently continuous gloominess: There's absolutely no light that comes without darkness.
They're unpopulated.
But old stone is comforting too.

Tonight we fly
Over the houses the streets and the trees
Over the dogs down below
They'll bark at our shadows
As we float by on the breeze