The monks say we’re merely thoughts,
highs and lows only passing clouds,
do not cling to either. But this morning,
winter was nearly spring, and I saw
what looked like clouds of ice evaporating
to make a breathing space for sun.
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Isle of Hoy 
Your writing Paul is so consistently … sublime
Thank you, James. Your comments always mean a lot.
Well written.
Thanks, William. Much appreciated.