Summer Holiday

The summer has finally arrived, and so has my first real holiday in years. Since the completion of my Latin exam last Thuesday my action of the has definetly been an equally opposite reaction to the days before: utter non action. It has, without doubt, a sated experience. As to summery weather, it has likewise been warm, sunny, a pleasent continous founderous view of delightful and beautiful people, and a wonderous smell of barbeque in the air.

Whilst laying in the park, I came across a poem by D.H. Lawrence, which by all accounts suits these last few days perfectly:


How strange it would be if some women came forward and said:
We are sun-women!
We belong neither to men nor our children nor even ourselves
but to the sun.

And how delicious it is to feel sunshine upon me!
And how delicious to open like a marigold
when a man comes looking down upon one
with sun in his face, so that a woman cannot but open
like a marigold to the sun
and thrill with glittering rays.