Orange and blue
It was such a serene scene. The morning light tipping over the edge of the sea horizon. Orange and blue without you. Just for a fraction of a split second it was all fine, near wonderful, but everything drained out and I was sucked away down the manhole, down the plug hole down into the abyssful expanse of interminable aggravations. I knew it would likely be fine, but felt myself jinxing it by thinking so. Perhaps the more I worried it the better the outcome? And the intensity dropped why was I bothering? What did it matter, without you.
Penzance, Cornwall 2022. Nikon d750
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