Cue the sun!
Day 8: Sun
See the sun? Neither did we. Not much, anyhow. There were a few days when the clouds dissipated and the sun made an appearance, but it was still windy and cold:
I chose these pictures because England is at the very heart of my literary self, and I chose the view from Westminster Bridge because of this poem by William Wordsworth, written in 1802:
Composed upon Westminster Bridge
Earth has not anything to show more fair;
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty:
This city doth, like a garment, wear
The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,
Ships, towers, domes, theaters, and temples lie
Open unto the fields, and to the sky;
All bright and glittering in the smokeless air,
Never did sun more beautifully steep
In his first splendor, valley, rock, or hill;
Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!
The river glideth at his own sweet will;
Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;
And all that might heart is lying still!