The Friday Ramble - Twilight

(I know) the light whose name is Splendour,
And the number of the ruling lights
That scatter rays of fire
High above the deep.

This morning, I was going to write about light, specifically about the splendor of autumn sunrises and sunsets when one lives this far north and the awe they awaken in me every single time, even though I have been watching them for almost sixty years.

I was going to write about how twilight skies seem to go on and on forever in autumn and how sumptuous the colors of imminent nightfall are in their roses and golds and purples, how radiant the rising moon is in October and how bright the stars flung into the heavens by handfuls and dippers and cauldrons and great streaming waterfalls.

Alas, the photo says it all, and what is not covered by the photo is certainly covered by the few lines quoted (above) from Cad Goddeu or The Battle of the Trees, that magnificent ancient Welsh poem attributed to the bard Taliesin. It's all about wonder, and that too arrives in handfuls and dippers and cauldrons and great streaming waterfalls.