Quiet intimacies

2 and 4 Sara Orme

3 and 5 Michael Longton

When the blind was lifted everything was illuminated, your bones were warm and it felt like those Autumn afternoons you spent alone staring into the dappled sun with wool around your ears as the wind smoothed all the lines on your face. But now it was different, it was still here but it was different and it was loose, the warmth was genuine and no matter how scared you were of it leaving it was taking over your insides with all it had, everything it had. And the wind had returned and it was raw, the promise of beginning again and the lines smoothed on your face.

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I'm being eaten by essays and my research project and other writing and this has been waiting in the corner for my attention, bare with me.  I'm slowly finishing roles of film and drawing things in my mind and spending time with creative people in between and it's exciting and inspiring and I'm learning more and more all the time.  Sometimes it's quiet and it's solitary but it's a little bundle of new things and it's all good.