A familiar view with another hue.

Soft, gentle hues brought about by

A passage of time when the light sits softly in a sunless sky.

The familiar view whispers of a gentility,

Of gelati and pastels

And pearls and cream.

It’s a familiar view but with dove-greys skies and ink-washed seas

As if painted by an unseen hand.

It’s a familiar view with softened hues

Where the line between art and reality is undefined.

It rests romantically in my soul.

Luring me to a place of peace.

Solitude. Serenity. And sheer delight!

FM