Six o'clock in the morning is not that much early for a summer walk along the coast. Still, it's a good moment for thinking and findings. Better said: rediscovering things we had forgotten.

[Poetry] may make us from time to time a little aware of the deeper unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate; for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves. T.S.Eliot