Poetry of motion…

‘Glorious, stirring sight!’ murmured Toad, never offering to move. ‘The poetry of motion! The real way to travel! The
only way to travel! Here to-day—in next week to-morrow!
Villages skipped, towns and cities jumped—always
somebody else’s horizon! O bliss! O poop-poop! O my! O
my!’*

Singing in the wind cycling on the willow lane in the Green Heart of Holland around noon, November 16, 2016.

Notes

* From The Wind in the Willows (1908) by Kenneth Grahame. Charles Scribner’s Sons (New York). Wikisource, Oct 31, 2024.

First edition posted that day as a 1 minute film at 1-memo•com (20161116) via Vimeo.

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