These photos were taken during a walk over Brooklyn Bridge and in the DUMBO area yesterday. It was just an outing with friends but the locks on the bridge and the sticker saying «the best place to be in love» made me think of how this could have been the perfect setting for a romantic scene in a movie or a novel. And then I found this poem by Emily Dickinson and it seemed like the perfect mix.
The pretty Rain from those sweet Eaves by Emily Dickinson
The pretty Rain from those sweet Eaves
Her unintending Eyes —
Took her own Heart, including ours,
By innocent Surprise —
The wrestle in her simple Throat
To hold the feeling down
That vanquished her — defeated Feat —
Was Fervor’s sudden Crown —
On Wednesday I was at home, bed bound by a neck spasm, but as a result lucky enough to enjoy the daytime. Lately I have been arriving at work when it is dark, and leaving when it is dark and it has been making me feel like some nocturnal creature.
Wednesday was also chilly and windy – and then the strangest thing happened. These dark clouds rolled in and it rained, albeit for 5 minutes. Still, it never rains at this time in Johannesburg and it was lovely to see those beautiful clouds that rarely adorn the winter highveld sky.