It’s been over a week now since I’ve been back in B, and I am once again torn between the city and the trees.
To help me reminisce, I thought I’d post some more photos from my morning spent back home.
After we paddled to our rest spot, the clouds changed and the sky turned a magnificent gold.
The water rippled in the wind as we floated and watched all around us.
The bright blue morning continued to become gilded in metallic shades of gold and bronze, and it felt like it was a rising of a second sun.
The walk home to anywhere is not normally something to look forward to, but our walk home from the river passes through the hidden back streets, over run with herbs and creeping vines and the beautiful sprawling gardens secretly held tight to bursting point in the yards of the people in the village.
Look at that purple.
As we walked, the sky changed again. The clouds were swept down with the chilling wind, and the deep steel blue of a coming storm grew in darkness and depth.
By the time we finished our wander home, the sky looked like this.