I’m hard pressed to say which light I like better; the silvery shimmer of the morning sun or the warm golden-red of the late afternoon.
I’m lucky to live in a house that faces the way mine does, so that I get to enjoy both.
I’m hard pressed to say which light I like better; the silvery shimmer of the morning sun or the warm golden-red of the late afternoon.
I’m lucky to live in a house that faces the way mine does, so that I get to enjoy both.
My life is an open book; but somebody has torn out a few of the pages.