The sun going down at the cliffs of Yesnaby. A lone sea stack stands as the waters swirl around it and the sun sink low in the sky
Image credit John Mowat
I’ve made my own Museum of
Happiness, which isn’t built of brick
or stone or wood, its walls the thickness
of the day, a flapping tongue of canvass
held in place by rope & peg to stop
it flying off & joyously away
up into everywhere in time & space.

From 'Happiness' by Stuart A. Paterson via The Scottish Poetry Library

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