So far from the city the stars brilliant on a field of ebony. Star-specked stillness. It was grass and silence of night.

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So far from the city the stars brilliant on a field of ebony. Star-specked stillness. It was grass and silence of night.
I love winter, the pools of ice and snowy meadow.
Early Autumn: dusk and evening - chill and damp, paths rustling with withered leaves, the blue sky hidden by boding rain. I donned a cloak and took a stroll.
A flower blossomed a transformation veined with colors and light fragile as glass, and of softest pink. Marvel at everything alive and brilliant.
Dull red with livid orange mingling in the deepening sky.
Yellowing trees with faint ripples of wind touch a cluster of leaves.