Until you reach that moment when you stop and say it's done.
The colours are looking slightly different between these last two images. I think the true colour is somewhere between the two.
A few days ago, I was out early to capture the morning's beauty.
Fire was rising from the horizon as I walked down and looked across the garden path.
Ice intricately covered each and every stem. Not a branch, seedpod or faded leaf had been missed. The Winter King is very thorough. I had just a few special minutes in this strange magical half light before it disappeared. A small window in time. I felt as if I was witnessing something ancient that so many from long ago saw when they worshipped the sun.
Walking on, the sun watched me, peeping through branches like an eye.
Then in no time at all the eye had disappeared, the light diffused and a dragon rose to greet the day.
It didn't stay long but metamorphosed into another golden being of light.
In the corner of the field I encountered a golden portal.
I didn't step into it that morning as I had art work to come back to and be getting on with. ;) But, rest assured next time, I will most certainly step inside. Who knows where it will lead to? After all I have asked my little friend to show me the old magic. I think he is doing a good job so far.
By the time I walked back home for a cup of hot chocolate, the sky was the colour of a summer flower.