about almost 11 years ago
Yet another memory of the morning.
Everything is much more vibrant, and there's not a vestige of faint obscurity. It was there before, when the morning was blue and the neighborhood quiet; it's gone now. The xx sound the same - it's the atmosphere that has changed. It's a good type of sunrise albeit the disrupted quiet; the sky is light gray evenly mixed into blue.
Scattered shadows of fragmented leaves and trees. The xx - Fiction. Leaves ablaze. A tinge of yellow in everything. Yellow, orange, bronze, burnt sienna. Golden. All dabbed on the blue of the sky.
Missing. Long patterns of the shadows stretched on the grass. Jamie Jones sings of love.
An overlay of cool and warm colors, creating a certain harmony. Reunion.
Everything is much more vibrant, and there's not a vestige of faint obscurity. It was there before, when the morning was blue and the neighborhood quiet; it's gone now. The xx sound the same - it's the atmosphere that has changed. It's a good type of sunrise albeit the disrupted quiet; the sky is light gray evenly mixed into blue.
Scattered shadows of fragmented leaves and trees. The xx - Fiction. Leaves ablaze. A tinge of yellow in everything. Yellow, orange, bronze, burnt sienna. Golden. All dabbed on the blue of the sky.
Missing. Long patterns of the shadows stretched on the grass. Jamie Jones sings of love.
An overlay of cool and warm colors, creating a certain harmony. Reunion.
