|The path around Christ Church meadow,|
which meanders along the River Cherwell.
August 16, 2012
It's no secret that, having lived most of my life under the wide open (and blue) skies of the western United States, I find city life difficult and the Oxford spires, as beautiful as they are, can feel a bit claustrophobic at times. This means that Christ Church meadow and I are old and very dear friends.
|All this hurrying will soon be over.|
Only when we tarry do we touch the holy.
~Rainer Maria Rilke