I have always found an intimate tranquillity in going for a walk. This is especially the case when the day is breaking at the beginning or the end. There is this colossal enchantment in the colours that seems to mix and blend together in the sky. Whether it is the soft pinks which flirtatiously scatter across the white clouds against the baby blue. Or the mystical purples that splatter through the deep blue. Just walking through the green palace of the trees, past the rows of varying houses, looking up at the sky and being reminded about the beauty that truly exists in the world. It is the type of beauty that we did not create, it was most likely here before we were, and it will be here when we aren’t anymore.