In noise there is no peace. But to distinguish between noise and its opposite may be a skill that requires a lifetime.

Clouds form and reform in endless combinations.

Aiming to remain at none.

The more we search for splendour, for the visually dramatic and the awe-inspiring, the more our sensitivity to the muted, the delicate and the subtle decreases and eventually disappears. The beauty of the subtle requires work on our part and that is what makes it all the more precious.

In the autumnal light of a quiet afternoon there is an acceptance and a clemency which remind us that in the relinquishing of hope we might find the courage that has been evading us.