The Edge of Night with Brooding Clouds :: Feb 06, 2011 :: Comments [1]
The last of the light fading fast and a storm approches. With a final effort the light punches through the dark clouds that swell like brooding bruises over the sky and caress the rolling landscape with an illuminated promise of the return, of the dark, and the coming of the light to banish the darkness and the clouds. Here, on the edge of the storm, the edge of darkness the light makes the promise before fading...