night time

The birds coo and titter, rustle and hustle, the fire swells and the twigs snap and crackle with explosions of sparks. The air smells of warmth, a night where anything could be, an endless summer’s dream, in winter and spring. Night makes everything look different, softer and more probable. I found these photos of us in the garden and their darkness caught my eye.

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