This morning the early sun tipped over the rooftops and shone the yellow leaves of a small silver birch to a fountain of firework brightness.
This afternoon a lightbrush washed leisurely lines behind the trees.
Round the corner we marvelled at a sky full of fiery scarlet scales. By the time we reached home a few minutes later they were gone.
I love the tree in the middle
I love the tree on the end.
ephemeral light
winter demands we don’t miss
what will soon be gone
I love you, acb and Pete. And also the tree on the other end.
TG – that is the best comment I’ve ever had. Thank you so much.
i love the sky behind the trees in the middle and on the end