When his heart was gone to the woods

In the fairy woods

It was very quiet. The woods were made for secrecy.

“When we lose these woods, we lose our soul. Not simply as individuals, but as a people.” ― Kevin Walker

Awakening first morning colours

Impressiions of sun rising colours

allow dawn its own slow pace

“…with a rush of feeling he felt that this must be happiness. As soon as the thought came to him, he fought it back, blaming the whiskey. The very idea was as dangerous as presumptive speech: happiness could not be sought or worried into being, or even fully grasped; it should be allowed its own slow pace so that it passes unnoticed, if it ever comes at all.” ― John McGahern