Tendresse II

All day rolling banks of cloud obscuring then revealing different aspects of the familiar landscape of home.

I've almost always lived beside broad stretches of water and loved the thrill of the far bank disappearing, you could be anywhere. Perfectly still you wonder what moves the clouds but move they do, morphing into misty rain or downpour as the mood takes them. But overall tender because of the absence of wind and cold. I hear that somewhere the sun is shining. For once I don't mind that it's not here.

Tendresse I is here. Both betta bigga.