scattopazzo.it | light-scratch

It'd dark and cold and the eyes are still tired after a few hours of sleep. I walk. The crackling of dried leaves is breaking the silence around me. Heavy fog is rising up from the valley floor like a white wall. I walk on, slowly in the woods, trying to glimpse among the leafy branches the continuation of the path I chose. Time goes by, the night makes way for the sunrise of a new day. Suddenly, a blinding glare: light!

The sunrays begin gaining space among the fog which is progressively disappearing and hitting the shapes of the colorful trees in a neverending expanse of trees. The contrasts of light and shadow are painting the scene with a palette of complementary colors.

These light scratches are taking shape, the warmth on my face recalls the shivers of its caresses after a night of overwhelming passion.