Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
Wednesday, 16 December 2009
Up the road, early evening.
Why is it that the aged, faded rose and lavender in the sky, and the shadows in the hills that contain all colours and none, seem to promise something wonderful?
2 comments:
Seems, sometimes, that the colors of this time of year are nature's last gift before fading out to white and grey.
:)
The sleep of winter before the rebirth of spring maybe or simply the optimistism of your own true nature.
Warm regards,
Simone
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