Within just half an hour or so, an extraordinary veil of mist had silently rolled in, rendering the town a mysterious enigma.
Fascinated, I was drawn to the window to gaze out at the scene of beautiful, unreal reality.
Just earlier in the day, I’d had an interesting conversation about the nature of what we perceive to be reality.
About how our senses can purportedly detect only a tiny chink within the spectrum of everything that may be ‘out there’.
And so, I wonder, perhaps the purpose of art is not so much about offering escapism, but about pulling back those veils of 'reality' and giving us a little glimpse into what could be lying beyond the concrete, material world around us.
The ‘real’ reality!
Dare to dream a little, and discover what’s really there.