Poetic. I adore the night, rainy days, enormous grey cumulous clouds, the nakedness of trees in winter. That stark contrast of white, black and grey - enduring in its simplicity. I wake each morning to the dark, so grateful for it’s stillness, peace and exotic beauty - the soft halos of the distant lights across the river, birds waking at dawn. Winter calls for silence and introspection.
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Poetic. I adore the night, rainy days, enormous grey cumulous clouds, the nakedness of trees in winter. That stark contrast of white, black and grey - enduring in its simplicity. I wake each morning to the dark, so grateful for it’s stillness, peace and exotic beauty - the soft halos of the distant lights across the river, birds waking at dawn. Winter calls for silence and introspection.