blithe merriment glimmers on sunrays, teasing the land to awaken, a youthful maiden dancing in innocent exuberance, with fresh blossoms scattered at her feet I’ve not managed to get out and about as much as I’d have liked to during February, having spent most…
Sometimes no words are needed.
she dances as the new day begins haloed by the rising sun her laughter echoing as she swirls
golden rays dance over cloudtops ribbons unfurling in joyous celebration of harvests safely gathered I hadn’t even realised I’d taken these dawn shots on the Autumn Equinox until I was sorting through my pictures for the Changing Seasons post and spotted the date on…
bathe in pure sunlight nature’s balm upon your skin reviving your soul
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Trust your own instinct. Your mistakes might as well be your own, instead of someone else’s. Billy Wilder