Friday afternoon, 15th February 2013, Midwinter

In the darkness remembering the moon and the old man in the garden gazing, blind yet sensing its glow.


'He gazes still, -- his eyeless face all eye; --

As 'twere an organ full of silent sight,

His whole face seemeth to rejoice in light!

Lip touching lip, all moveless, bust and limb --

He seems to gaze at that which seems to gaze on him!'


Samuel Taylor Coleridge, from Limbo, 1817.