Part 29

It is early.  Spring morning.  Uncharacteristically warm. 

Sky unblemished.

February shadows. Early season shrubs still stretching from a winter sojourn.

Bare chested branches breach my view.

Watching.

The distant orange glow of candle burns bright against Victorian building bricks.

And still just watching.

The candle colours.

© swissterrace 2021
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