“Beauty is a form of genius–is higher, indeed than genius, as it needs no explanation. It is of the great facts in the world like sunlight, or springtime, or the reflection in dark water of that silver shell we call the moon.” Oscar Wilde
There is nothing else to say on this last bright and sunny day of the high pressure system, except that a big fat robin, singing his morning song, was standing on the porch railing all the while that I stood out there in my robe and slippers, soaking up genius.
But, then there was this sunset at the end of the day. It has been a day which needs no explanation.