17 November 2012
The world can be dull in the bleak hours in the morning. The world can be lonely in the different shades of the afternoon; whether it be bright and sunny, or damp and grey.
However, there's a time twice a day where everything seems to stand still for me. It's the early hours of the morning, when the sun rises and the small amount of time around the evening when the sun is setting.
This is when the Earth is bathed in a purple-tinted glow.
These are the ultraviolet minutes and to me, they are magical. Anything can happen in these stolen moments, anything is possible.
[ultraviolet minutes poem to come :)]
Ultraviolet (I) • Opuss № I