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Traffic, traffic, rat-run, traffic, late! late!    ….. aaah!

I had to pull over and admire the view this morning, of the Thames at Isleworth. Birds wheeling around, mist clearing, colour seeping into the landscape, white sun.

I’m reminded of one of my favourite poems, Leisure, by WH Davies – I’m sure to have quoted it before –

Leisure

WHAT is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?—

No time to stand beneath the boughs,
And stare as long as sheep and cows:

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass:

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night:

No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance:

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began?

A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

It is all too easy to get thoroughly caught up in the rush and dash of things – a moment here this morning was just the pause I needed…