This morning I got up early to send off my wife, who was going to run a psychology session. As I returned home the rising sun reminded me of the time, many years ago, when we were spending a year in German, and we practiced singing, along with another English couple - including the song "ab ortu solis usque et occidua ..." (at the the rising of the sun and its going down [I will praise your name]).  The song was wafting through me as I was preparing to refurbish a grotty corner of the kitchen! And right now I am rejoicing in the blue sky of the morning.

(later today) On Southampton Common (as usual!): feeling majestically one with the trees in the secluded beech-grove; and then, recognizing that hubris was sliding in, reflecting that majesty belonged to the trees, while ingenuity (often used for destruction) belonged to us humans.