A Happy Change

I had a lovely shift in the weather yesterday:

A grey sky is broken,
by a fresh wind.
The smell of brine, and dog rose.
A new poem begins,
one full of play and white horses.

Song Of The Sea

Timeless sea breezes,
sea-wind of the night:
you come for no one;
if someone should wake,
he must be prepared
how to survive you…

~ Rainer Maria Rilke

A Danish painter Laurits Tuxen (1853–1927) The North Sea in stormy weather. After sunset. Højen.

The picture below text conjured up lovely days by the sea in the month of May years ago.
We went on excursions in the forest and on the beach. We only used the rented house to sleep in.
The fresh sea air, the smell of sand and the spicy sweetness of resin from the pine trees.
The scents are missing from the picture, but when I close my eyes, the scents meet me as if I were walking through the forest on my way to the sea.