June – the Serenity edition.
June – you cast your spell
dappled greys through sunlit days
frost upon your breath
chill winds bring the winter solstice
earth tilts, turns
a ballerina in slow motion.
We rug up. It is a time of cold feet and cold houses. But in the car, we turn the heater up high as the fog wraps us in its embrace.
I have an urge to take black and white photos. I hurry. The mist is dissipating rapidly.
I am fast, but the town is still half asleep. The mood is gentle. Liquid amber.
Heaven is a sunny spot, friendship and good coffee.
The river nestles in a valley, protected from the chill winds.
At peace. Deserted, not desolate.
Except for the white-faced heron who glides serenely through the shallow waters.
As day drifts into night, there is warmth in companionship.