Light is the beginning and end. It is mystical medium illuminating the complexities of our shared
human condition from the dark inertior of the soul to the cast eached of the universe.
Dylan Neuwirth
It's the second of April and I'm going for a walk in the evening. The clouds are colored pink. It is a magical moment. It looks like someone has painted the wo.ken with watercolor paints. I am considering how I could create this effect. This feeling of pink red clouds packed in cotton wool. It brings me to other thoughts for a moment and it would be nice to share this with other people.