Part of the way on a National Trust cliff walk.
gradiating hues of evening light
Blending, bleeding into one another, making way for the presence of
A deep, ink blanket, woven melodiously with
dancing wisps of watercolour,
smoking and waving their way around the sturdy silhouette of the evening skyline,
leading us home
in an ocean of colour so deliciously light and beautiful in its nature.
Inspired by a magnificent and sensory walk back home on an early Spring eve.
The 14th of March, 2014
Words and Pictures from the Middle East & Balkans
Nostalgia and shite.
unapologetically ensnared by the written word
An Empyrean Cycle
Towards a catalogue of London’s interdimensional gateways
a literary magazine