‘Stand by the grey stone when the thrush knocks,
and the setting sun with the last light of Durin’s Day
will shine upon the keyhole.’
For a few days in February, the Sun’s angle is such
that it lights up Horesetail Falls, Yosemite, like fire.
Why does it not surprise me that nature
is better at ‘interpreting’ Tolkien’s work
(The Hobbit particularly