
6:28:08 p.m. Across the meadow, through a neighboring farmer’s field, our Naklo sun begins to slip over the horizon after circling the palace over its familiar path. Earlier mornings, longer days. And the wild plum tree outside my window is giving off its definite signal that winter’s gone: all white blossoms that seem to expand with every passing moment.

beautiful…and, look at you waxing all poetic
Did you even have to use any of your Photoshop skills? Lovely.