image from c.p. curran collection, ucd library.
(From a corner the morning hours run out, goldhaired, slimsandalled, in girlish blue, waspwaisted, with innocent hands. Nimbly they dance, twirling their skipping ropes. The hours of noon follow in amber gold. Laughing, linked, high haircombs flashing, they catch the sun in mocking mirrors, lifting their arms.)
ti trema un poco il cuore?
back later with some diana pictures of london and environs. if you need me, i'll be breakfasting and reading in bed (as molly), and possibly sun-worshipping in the parc thabor.