colour blindness…

A beautiful dusk as some wafery cumuli spun around the thinning yarn of the blue sky; the light faded slowly as if pulled away against its will. It grew a bit cold, but not unbearable; everything else seemed in their own place.  You needn’t add or take anything away, you just threw back your head and admired all the fleeting wisdom of the Wabi Sabi around. 

Corfu old town, Greece