Quiet darkness fills the space in our home today.
A calming stillness.
Through the windows I see the skeletons of trees, bending and straining against the strength of the wind. As the rain hits the ground it mixes with remnants of autumn - brown leaves, seed pods and withered flowers, joining together to form murky puddles at the bottom of our driveway. I know it's cold out there.
My son is baking Orange Poppy Seed muffins. The delicious aroma floats through the house, adding to the warmth and calm here inside. The winter light is magical. It's soft glow illumiates dark corners, creating etheral shadows, revealing hidden beauty that would otherwise go unnoticed.
Soon the glow will begin to fade, replaced by the darkness that evening will bring. However the memory of today's magic light will never fade. The simple beauty of deep swirls baked into antique glass and raindrops running down a window pane have been captured - a sweet reminder of why i love photography so much.
The warm muffins have already been smothered in Lemon Icing by an impatient son who couldn't wait until they cooled! The kettle is boiling - they're going to taste wonderful will a cup of tea.