...For peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning / To where the cricket sings; / There midnight's all a glimmer, / And noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet's wings. ~W.B. Yeats

Nyctophilia - love of darkness or night - finding relaxation or comfort in the darkness - this is me - Word -

Turquoise Ice - Lake Baikal, Russia

oecologia: “ “In March, due to a natural phenomenon Siberia’s Lake Baikal is particularly amazing to photograph. The temperature, wind and sun cause the ice crust to crack and form beautiful turquoise blocks or ice hummocks on the lake’s.

'tis time to don your cloak and go for a stroll through the autumn leaves....

To walk across that bridge into the mist. Lovely artistic metaphor for death. Digital Art by Lu Lebel

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I know this is a window, but imagine this as a shower with glass doors and the bathroom as a greenhouse. That's what I see when I look at this.