a timid sun

I haven't even started yet and already I have had to defend the blog's title.

'What does it mean? Not snappy, not catchy - not you.'
But it is, it's exactly where I am.

'I must endure the timid sun,' concludes W. B. Yeats as he ponders on the loss of his youth, the wild and passionate days are spent - lines written in dejection.

Well, we will see about that!
Much as I love Yeats, I am out to prove him wrong. But I'll take his timid sun, for I like how he put those two words together, and see what they mean to me.

Well, thats it. I'm off!