People say the setting sun marks the edge of the sky,
I look towards the edge of the sky, but cannot see my home.
Now I hate the blue mountain which parts us from each other,
The blue mountain still is covered by evening cloud…LiBai
As the year draws to a close a feeling of melancholy permeates the air…winter’s cold sets in and a killing frost comes overnight…through the branches of the old apple tree the hills seem suspended in the milky sunset…
A Chinese Brush Painting….Watercolour on Arches Not Paper