Waiting for the sun to rise. 2014

Walked out this morning at 7 45 am nature lefts its frosty breath. I walked through my icy bare meadow and blew a kiss to my favorite tree. Wild ponies were munching their cold breakfast. Tears streamed down my wind swept cheeks, head bowed looked to my feet, turned around the sun was still asleep. Making my way to St Gwladys Cross. High above the valley the sky is my only friend. Still the sun stayed in its lazy bed resting under a blanket of heavy leaden clouds.


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