Sometimes there’s this beautiful morning glow over Beaudesert, when the sun hits the brickwork and the windowpanes just so, and the light illuminates the trees. That fleeting moment between the gentle pastels of sunrise and the glare of the day gets me every time.
What Susie Saw
Sometimes there’s this beautiful morning glow over Beaudesert, when the sun hits the brickwork and the windowpanes just so, and the light illuminates the trees. That fleeting moment between the gentle pastels of sunrise and the glare of the day gets me every time.