Some evenings Oxford looks like it’s been colour graded by someone who’s recently discovered “pastel” and is now refusing to stop. Pink clouds, soft blue sky, and a moon sat there like it’s waiting for a round of applause.
I love this kind of light because it’s so quiet you almost miss it. No drama, no fireworks, just that gentle moment where the day clocks off and the trees turn into silhouettes. The moon’s trying to be subtle, but it’s absolutely the main character. Same, honestly
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