NatashaHutton

Raindrops cling to the sunlit window pane leaving little bulbous prisms that paint the watercoloured world outside in soft hues of indigos, greys, and pinks... and I let out the long breath that I seemed to have been holding since the last tattered autumn leaf fell under the weight of the first snowfall. As new leaves unfold and the weary trees stretch in the sun, I marvel at the world's ability to endure through harsh climes and change quite vividly before my very eyes. And as I catch my reflection in the rain spotted glass I marvel at the changes within myself since the last time I gazed at spring through these very prisms...the soft lines