Wednesday 21.2.2018

A late afternoon in late winter: preternaturally still, the odd whimsical puffy cloud in a clear blue sky.

Nothing stirred in the woods,the proverbial pin would have been heard for miles if it had dropped,and as the sun went down the air grew colder, the light refracted and reflected

and we practically crept down the hill so as not to disturb the serenity.