Absolutely Miles Away …too many clouds, too little time…

shadowline

here’s to the purple-skied mornings, rising sun gently bubbling the clouds to bright.
here’s to the words which are never said, in the long evenings drawing out an echo light.

Stood between the shadow and the oncoming dawn once more, half either side of the line, subliming into carpet floor.

I love that view. When I lived in London I remeber spending one early summer’s morning on the roof of our clapham apartment, soaking in the rare warmth of sun while fighting the physiological urge to crawl into the dark to sleep. Teetering precariously between the two, unable to make a decision.

when i’m in my home this is what i see. granted, it’s not as colourful all the time, unless it’s just snowed and is just after six in the morning. but it’s horrid, and smoggy, and lovely.

i hear Clapham roofing has a fine view :)

Beauty redux.