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It is raining this week in Paris so we are not going out as much as we have in the last few weeks. It's giving me time to get some new blog entry posted. Besides, the view from our flat is beautiful and we are enjoying watching the weather. I've also had a chance to do more timelapse photography. Shooting a frame every three seconds seems to be a good rate for sunsets and clouds. You'll get a good look at clouds in the video today.

A line from the poem below came to mind and even though it seems a bit melancholy, I assure you our lives are not cold, and dark, and dreary. It's the second to the last line that is so well known and we know that the rain makes the flowers grow. We are the authors of our experiences.

The Rainy Day by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The day is cold, and dark, and dreary It rains, and the wind is never weary; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary.

My life is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind is never weary; My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast, And the days are dark and dreary.

Be still, sad heart! and cease repining; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.

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