Happy the man, and happy he alone,
He who can call today his own:
He who, secure within, can say,
Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.
Be fair or foul or rain or shine
The joys I have possessed, in spite of fate, are mine.
Not Heaven itself upon the past has power,
But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.~ John Dryden
A fitting poem to an afternoon spent in Port Elgin by the shores of Lake Huron.
When you own the whole blue sky, the sand and the waters.
Then the sun started to set.
Another day is done.
Let every dawn be to you as the beginning of life, and every setting sun be to you as its close.
Port Elgin, Ontario – July 21, 2019
