The amber setting sun creeps through my bedroom window, dancing across the bed as it travels through to the opposite wall. The golden hour draws to its close as the sky fades from pale blue to deep orange and the day draws closer to night. Across the road the warm sun bounces blindingly from a neighbouring house, catching the glass pane of a window as it lowers. Today is perhaps one of the first signs of the breaking of winter and the onset of spring.
Translating Observation | Observation 7 | Noah Hodgson
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