5pm and on. The storm in the birch. Falling twigs, a few old leaves dancing. Still, these days did pour a lot of new green across the hills and fields. Some colour to counter the sky and its grey.
5pm and on. The storm in the birch. Falling twigs, a few old leaves dancing. Still, these days did pour a lot of new green across the hills and fields. Some colour to counter the sky and its grey.