There were shepherds abiding in the fields, keeping watch over their flock by night.
“Now the opal alcove in which the King sits at evening by the lake stands at the edge of the jungle, and the climbing orchids of the jungle have long since crept from their homes through clefts of the opal alcove, lured by the lights of the lake, and now bloom there exultingly.” Lord Dunsany, The Fall of Babbulkund
I am teaching Spotify what music to play after my cell phone operator and Deezer broke up.
But there’s one thing that makes spring complete for me
And makes every Sunday a treat for me
All the world seems in tune on a spring afternoon
when we’re poisoning pigeons in the park