“Winter light is pure and tranquil.
It has energy and is calming but is limited and will fade quickly.
The afternoon light will embrace solitude with a silence that can not be lifted.
It is ancient like the wind.
There is hope that cannot be seen within the frozen light.
It is slow to rise but knows it must.
The stillness of the light will inspire.
And while the amber glow of sunset tries to warm the air, it will fail.
As the blue light lingers among the long shadows, I am content.”
~ Robert Atkinson