My own cenotaph

It was the gathering gloom and the white cloud over Victoria that caught my attention. And a touch of nostalgia too for the days when, many years ago, I worked at Portland House – that tall edifice – corner office, top floor – and watched the comings and goings of Buckingham Palace, the changing of the guard and the views over London. I did learn to type and take shorthand at quite respectable speeds, though decoding my somewhat artistic pencil strokes afterwards proved more difficult.

Portland House & Buckingham Palace - clouds over Victoria - monochrome
I silently laugh at my own cenotaph,
And out of the caverns of rain,
Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb,
I arise and unbuild it again“.
Shelley – The Cloud

Sunday Sayings: Meditations and inspirations from Scripture or Literature.


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