I‘Ma hibernator. In the season, I just defeated me as I simply claimed to sleep, but this year I did a lot more than usual. One).
While I was struggling to recover and concentrate on reading and screens, I realized that I was watching the shadow of the wall for hours. In the bedroom surrounded by the cross hatch of our small Pain’s Georgia window, I noticed a strange, smoldering and upright form. Long focal length. At this time, the sun never makes it on them. Instead, it scans them like a wooden barcode, projects a day’s shadow play, which gradually crosses my wall, and takes time. In the kitchen, the shadow rice on the tree adds a clearer color of the growing ivy and scrambled roses. And in my research, they are illuminated by a sudden gold flare from a golden lettering on the spines of the book on the shelf.
Light is not more magical than this time. Otherwise, the glow that slides along the invisible kumo silk chain. The rich color of the frozen frost drip is suspended from the growing twigs, fluttering the visible spectrum, and the droplets are trembling with a small breeze. Golden hour extended at the beginning and end of the day when the light from the low sun is filtered through a longer atmosphere.
When the celestial body wipes out his head, he is thinking of a druid and medieval astronomers marking angles and alignment. ISAAC Newton takes the time in his hands in the year of the home bank pest, using a prism, dividing the sun’s beam into the hole in his bedroom and re -decorating it. , Configure with various colors, prove that it will be pasted later, and paste later. Bodkin is in his eyes to see how his perception of light and color has changed. Fortunately, I’m not so boring. However, I am reassured that even in these days when I tend to sit down, nature and mystery will sneak up indoors to find me.
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