There's a humming and
buzzing, a droning and whirring in and around Seanhenge*, and a blaze of
colours that would fill anyone who has ears to hear, eyes to see and a nose to smell, with joy and happiness.
* Thankfully, Seanhenge happens to be not situated in . . . and . . . and . . . and . . . and . . . oh well, you get the picture. I am grateful.