An afternoon spent frolicking with the children among statues. I was fascinated by the variety of lichen on display; a blossoming beauty spot on the face of a serene and sad beauty, the flat poisonous yellow stain compared to the bristling fur on the dwarf and his weapon, and the green gloss of crinkly, velvety curls across the bosom of the queen.
I am in a room full of sweetly ticking clocks, all perfectly synchronised, their full variety of chimes dancing and interleaving at the hour of 10 o'clock. I don't feel so alone with the patter of rhythmic clicks as a background accompaniment, although it makes me realise that i miss listening to the beat of another's heart at this late hour.
4 comments:
Ah, a ticking clock... I used to have one in my bedroom and found it very soothing. Now I have the blue glare of a digital clock radio that I have to turn towards the wall because it is too bright (even on the dimmer setting).
There is nothing more peaceful and comforting that the beating of a heart next to yours in a dark and quiet room. I miss that too. ((hugs))
Magical photographs... they are so completely my cup of tea :-)
Likin' the lichen.
You live in the cool part of the world!
It's been so long for me that I think the beat of another would be deafening.
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