The way moulded by water. Brushed and warn by time, by the quiet flow. The river that has creped itself along un-powered by man untouched by a significant apparatus.
Last Call Peering though the falling limbs, we find the structure lit by the setting sun. Shadows casting their final call for colour and vibrance before leaving such beauty pale and dreary.
Tuesday, March 4
Colour breathing and living, untouched. Thriving on light. Recognition from life un-nessesary.
