The exact time of sunset in a rain and wind-filled valley is a bit soggy. And I have no idea where the sun even is in the late afternoon gathering gloom.
Yet the vibrant emerging leaf buds of wild honeysuckle are stunningly framed against the smooth, dark twists of its creeping tendrils.
But capturing their stark beauty is more of a wish and a dream as they dance in the wind. And reminds me that life is more precious than perfection.
Yet another leap.
Pause. See differently. Re-story