"At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless;
Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is,
But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity,
Where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards,
Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point,
There would be no dance, and there is only the dance."

T. S. Eliot
Burnt Norton




Thursday, March 19, 2009

Venice | Wind Spirit | August 2003

From our hotel window, last day of our cruise from Athens to Venice--via the Greek Islands, Turkey, and Dubrovnik. 

1 comment:

Tracy said...

This is like a painting. It would be a delight to have this view each morning.