Always inconstant...

By bikeyPete

Dare to breath..

The mist hung like teenagers on a Thursday night at the shopping arcade, patchy and untidy. The frost under foot bit into the soles of my shoes and the scene in front of me did the same to my soul. The swans were asleep before I walked onto the jetty, my hard bitten shoes cracking the stillness. I stood for ages in silence.

The bright sunshine of yesterday's beauty now gone, replaced by another form of tranquil softness.

Everyday, sometimes it's a struggle, I find beauty, wonder and a reason to be grateful.

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