There is a delight these days, and my body rejoices in 

folding the tea towels, the blueness of the sky,

 and in the sight of Googles (above) who is so heavy

 with kittens. 

This may be what Thomas A Clark was feeling when he wrote -



         on a clear day

         unfasten the gate

         and take the path

         over the machair

         through the orchids

         down to the sea