Of all the seasons, summer is timeless. The summerblown cornfield, windwaving sunbleached white gold, is forever, and the time of wild strawberries, small and freely given, is outside time.
Happy dreams too are timeless. On waking I am filled with an oceangrey mistgrey cloudgrey regret that the dream was not reality. Yet I am glad to have felt joy, and the beauty overcomes the sadness, as the sweet wild sound of the pibroch transcends the lament that gave it birth.
Pibroch is a complex form of Scottish music, frequently (but not exclusively) a lament, played on the Great Highland Bagpipe