Less and less and less.
That’s what feels right more and more and more.
The sun was creeping over the horizon with brilliant fire and contrast, but the opposing view was full of gentleness; quietness. And a subtle colour sliding around the hills. Except it wasn’t so subtle. It never is down there. I still can’t believe the beauty of it, every time.
It allows that special part of me, that bit that gets ripped apart by cities and hustle, deadlines and raucousness, come back together and make me whole.
This is the place in between.