Mina and I changed the windows at Arjan just before solstice - more views on TinyTheatre.
If it was only the dark voice of the sea
That rose, or even colored by many waves;
If it was only the outer voice of sky
And cloud, of sunken coral water-walled,
However close, it would have been deep air,
The heaving speech of air, a summer sound
Repeated in a summer without end...
--from The Idea of Order at Key West, Wallace Stevens