Producer: Vlas Presnetsov
◤ Winter time isn't like a story, it's more of an inner whirling between the higher and lower notes. Entropy slows down and on snowy forest paths the quietening call of a future is heard. A sleeping life of the the shimmering heart, soft sight journeys into the window - in the anticipation of bloom and return of a color. Gentle movements and lurking stillness; and sun, the winter symbol of the steadily warming order on Earth, vanishing just to continue the way through the snow-covered wastelands.◥
Rising late by Blear Moon is licensed under a Attribution-NonCommercial 4.0 International License.