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:

The Crow said...

Seems, sometimes, that the colors of this time of year are nature's last gift before fading out to white and grey.

:)

The romantic query letter and the happy-ever-after said...

The sleep of winter before the rebirth of spring maybe or simply the optimistism of your own true nature.
Warm regards,
Simone