I went for a walk this evening with my camera. The town was quiet; almost empty. Followed by my shadow, I ambled up and down the streets my eyes fixed upward as the yellow setting sun made the stone churches and houses glow. With the sun to my back, the sky was a bright blue, dark enough to show the white crescent moon. Dark jagged shapes created art out of everything that caught the light. The word beautiful seems inadequate. I may have been the only person to notice her shadow walking away! It was a special evening; it’s strange how we can see something a hundred times and yet not really see it.
It was a magical walk!