Lanterns

Taken outside the Grand Master’s Palace at the top of the Street of the Knights in Rhodes Old Town, Greece on 3 October, at midnight. I much prefer the place late at night, off season. Fewer people and less noise make for greater atmosphere.

One of those autumn mornings.

‘It was one of those autumn mornings which are devoid of melancholy, when the weather seems to be cleaning its house. A broom of wind sent the clouds above flying briskly and kept the fallen leaves scudding along the pavements, the trees looked as if they were being stripped to let the rains get at them better.’

Rebecca West (1957), The Fountain Overflows

Home from Home

Once upon a time, my grandparents lived here with my mother and uncle. Last week upon a time, I suddenly came across this house and realised it was the one. Now, the buildings and cars have encroached, but my family’s stories keep the place apart.

Nothing to Tell

‘We have neither of us anything to tell; you, because you do not communicate, and I, because I conceal nothing.’

In times of confusion, I often turn to Jane Austen for clarity and a pick-me-up. This quote resonated with me last week; it helped put a (full) stop to an ellipsis.

Marianne Dashwood to Elinor Dashwood, ‘Sense and Sensibility’ (chapter 27), Jane Austen.