Algy is thinking of all his friends in France, and especially in Paris, during this dark weekend of shock and mourning.

A candle would blow out in the wind, here in the wild West Highlands of Scotland, so Algy lit a sparkler for you, to bring you light in the darkness. He sends you all lots of very fluffy hugs xoxo

p.s. Algy is running a special exhibition of posts for Paris on his sideblog @lovefromalgy all weekend.

Algy was appalled and dreadfully saddened by the awful events in Paris last night. He quickly turned himself into a Tricolor fluffy bird, and perched beside a calm, silent pool, thinking of everyone suffering in France and elsewhere as a result of human violence.

Algy is thinking especially of his dear friends in Paris today, and in these dark and dreadful hours he sings this famous poem by Emily Dickinson for you, and says please do not let go of hope. Algy is praying a fluffy bird prayer for you all today, and for peace xoxo

“Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all –

And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard –
And sore must be the storm –
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm –

[Algy is quoting the first two stanzas of the poem “Hope” is the thing with feathers by the 19th century American poet Emily Dickinson.]