When the sun shines

When the sun shines


I have these moments every fall—when the sky turns a certain shade of grey as the inherent nature of the book ended seasons mix and daylight recedes in expectation of the coming months—where I find myself looking at the remnants of a great autumnal landscape, thinking the best has passed and the graphic beauty of winter will be upon us soon. And then the sun breaks and colors hidden in the shadows scream at the dawn of the day, holding court and reclaiming their last bit of time with us this year. —Dominick

Comments (2)

  1. Jennifer Edwards

    I have those moments every fall too…only I hold my breath for I haven’t the words. Thank you for putting it in words and paint so eloquently.

  2. Dominick

    Thank you Jennifer. Glad to know I am in good company.

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