Mornings. Veiled sun. Little clarity. Still waiting for the light to move in. // 366skies
Afternoons. The garden growing brighter. Inevitable spring even in cold wind. And the blossoms on everything, a quiet hope in each of them. // 366skies
Early evening. Watching the day settle. Listening to the birds. Staying thoughtless for that very while. // 366skies
Into the evening. Looking for light. Watching the skies change and still stay the same. // 366skies
Late afternoon. Listening to imaginary sounds. The clouds are barely moving. // 366skies