Low winter light pierces bare branches, stark and pure. It creates rays that shine so sharply it seems as if I could pluck them from the air, and I reach up high, grasping hands, but the rays slide like swallows between my fingers and dance away.
Low winter light pierces bare branches, stark and pure. It creates rays that shine so sharply it seems as if I could pluck them from the air, and I reach up high, grasping hands, but the rays slide like swallows between my fingers and dance away.