I'm back from holidays and easing myself into the "back to business" frame of mind. When you fall out of routine it takes concentration, focus and some self-belief to establish a stride again.
While away in the Algarve I was influenced by the sea and the sunshine. One night I thought of Keats' poem On the Sea and vowed to look it up again when I got home. I've six word documents open at the moment. One is blank. I hope I can fill it tonight.
On the Sea
It keeps eternal whisperings around
Desolate shores, and with its mighty swell
Gluts twice ten thousand Caverns, till the spell
Of Hecate leaves them their old shadowy sound.
Often 'tis in such gentle temper found,
That scarcely will the very smallest shell
Be moved for days from where it sometime fell.
When last the winds of Heaven were unbound.
Oh, ye! who have your eyeballs vexed and tired,
Feast them upon the wideness of the Sea;
Oh ye! whose ears are dinned with uproar rude,
Or fed too much with cloying melody---
Sit ye near some old Cavern's Mouth and brood,
Until ye start, as if the sea nymphs quired!