In 2009, an iron-rich dust storm 300 miles wide and 600 miles long moved across Australia, bathing Sydney in an eerie red hue. Lasting three days, the storm was the worst in the state of New South Wales in nearly 70 years.
Light and air make for strange mixtures sometimes, with a great variety of beautiful optical effects produced in consequence. The reddened colour of this sunset is due to the greater amount of air that the light has to pass through to reach the ground at the grazing angle of dusk, as opposed to the right angle of noontime. Particles of dust and aerosols absorb, diffract and scatter most of the higher energy green to blue wavelengths, while the lower powered red to orange hues pass through while the shorter light paths of midday scatter all wavelengths but blue.
My edit. Thank god I need to go soon to see Rogue One, because otherwise I’d probably spend the night doing photo edits. 🙃
I love the Muskrat Farm scene, especially since we never see the ‘massacre’ that Hannibal unleashed there. Changed the lighting in the back to resemble a foggy/warped doorway, as if the fallen angel that Hannibal is just stepped out of it…
Also changed Hannibals eyes to the more blackish red hue they’re described as.
It was the warm of your jumper as the wind began to
pick up. It was the crunch of the leaves below your feet as they fell from the
trees in hues of red and yellow. It was the flavour of toasted marshmallows and
pumpkin in hot drinks. It was the smell of bonfires crackling away through the
air each night.
It was Ashton in his element.
It was the heat radiating from his hand as he pulled
you close to add to your warmth. It was the sound of his laughter as he walked
freely around your flat during his time off. It was the taste of coffee on his
lips every time he kissed you, morning, noon and night. It was the smell of his
aftershave on your pillows in the morning and on his sweaters that you stole.
Autumn was the season you loved the most.
You’d met him in the Autumn, the leaves changing
colours and the wind howling around you as he’d walked directly into you. He’d
been so focused on the picture he’d just taken that he didn’t notice you,
concentrating on doing your jacket up, and the two of you had collided. And
after several curses and apologies, he’d offered you a coffee through cheeks
tinged pink and bashful smiles.
And so the season of change brought yet another to your
You spent the first one getting to know each other, the
goose bumps on your skin nothing to do with the slightly cooler temperatures.
The second came and with it brought the knowledge you were both in love, the
third being when he moved his things into the flat you now shared. And
subconsciously, the two of you operated around the season in which you met.
“Leaves are falling off the trees.” He mutters down the
phone to you one night, the two of you counting the days until he’d be back
home. “Means I’ll be home with you again soon.”
“New song lyrics?” You joke, a laugh falling from his
lips as your eyes fall on the calendar, smiling at how close his arrival now
“Don’t tempt me.”
“Because heaven forbid you write a song about your girlfriend.”
“I’ll have you know I’ve written plenty of songs about
you.” You can practically hear him rolling his eyes, and you can’t help the
grin on your face. “Just not about our season. Something’s are just for us to
“Whatever you say Superman.”
He thinks he likes you best in the Autumn.
When the wind tangles in your hair no matter what style
you put it in. When you clutch onto his hand a little tighter because the
temperature starts to drop. When you tended to wear his clothes rather than
your own. When he could hold you close at night rather than having to say he
loved you in a text.
Ashton knew it was the only time of year he’d ever
propose to you.
With your sleeves hanging over your fingertips and the
leaves under his knee as he knelt down. He decided that the red hues of the
leaves made the perfect setting for love, that the park was a physical
representation of everything you loved about the season. Although he had to
admit, nothing would ever be more beautiful to him than your smile as you said
Ashton came one Autumn, and stayed for the rest of them.
Since meeting Michael, Winter had become more beautiful.
You’d always said Michael had a talent of finding beauty in things
others couldn’t. The way he turned words into lyrics and notes into melodies,
the way he found the positives in situations others could never face. The way
he saw all of your imperfections and loved you for them all the more, even if
he denied that being a talent.
You should have realised that applied to Winter too.
Because before, it was cold and it was blank and it was lonely. Winter meant shivering as you
walked to work and layering on clothes as a form of protection. It meant that
the colours that usually surrounded the outside world were void and faded to
dull greys, as if they’d taken a break until the spring.
Michael changed that.
Not because he could warm you up. His body temperature had always
been slightly below yours, a fact he took advantage of. Whenever the weather
was slightly cool he’d instantly wrap himself around you, whining that he
needed you to share your body heat as his was nowhere near enough to protect
him from the weather’s chilled atmosphere.
Not that you minded, of course.
It was more of what he introduced to you that Winter had previously
been missing. Michael showed you where to find the colours in Winter. He showed
you the sharp blue of the sky when the clouds rolled away, taking with them the
layer of heat they kept. He showed you the warm oranges in fireplaces and the
soft pinks in people’s cheeks when they began to warm up.
But most importantly, he made sure you didn’t spend it alone.
Michael was there on the extra cold nights, body pressed close to
yours and snores interrupting your sleep. He was there in the mornings to throw
his sweaters at you for an extra layer of warmth, a lopsided grin on his face.
He was there to take you on the stupid cliché ice skating dates despite the
face he couldn’t balance on his feet, never mind two thin blades.
“So ice skating’s dangerous.” He grins as you wipe the blood from
the corner of his face, the two of you huddled in the toilets after he’d
slipped up for the third time. “Who knew, eh?”
“About every other person on the planet.” You rolled your eyes as
you replied, Michael snorting. “You’re lucky no one skated over you.”
“Ye of little faith, Princess.” Michael sighed playfully, squeezing
your hips. “Besides, what’s life without a little risk?”
“Mike you are not James
Bond, you do know that right?”
“Fine. Next time I won’t take you on a cute date.”
“If it preserves your life that’s good with me.”
And of course, sometimes Winter was still the worst time of the
It held memories that couldn’t be erased, no matter how you tried
to forget them. And there were the nights where it was too cold and too dull
and Michael just couldn’t be there with you to fix it even though he wanted to.
Sometimes, Winter really did just suck.
But Michael made sure that was only sometimes.
He filled it with newer happier memories that you never wanted to
forget, ones you clung on to. And even on the nights that you had to spend
alone he’d make sure you were surrounded with comforts before he left.
Because if there was one thing Michael did best, it was make life,
and Winter, all the more beautiful.
Traditionally, Spring was the season of new beginnings.
It was nature returning from it’s break in Winter; it was the
comeback of warmth and colour. Spring held all sorts of meanings for all
different people but one thing that almost everybody could agree on was that
when it came to Spring, the season often brought the opportunity to start over.
It was what it had in common with your relationship with Luke.
Because it was often the Spring which brought the start of a new
adventure for Luke. It would be when he was going off to promote this or write
that, and though you never resented him
for it, you couldn’t help but begin to grow a small hatred for the season.
Luke disagreed of course.
“You can’t blame Spring.”
He chuckled one afternoon after over hearing your mutters about the season.
“It’s only a season, it’s done nothing to offend you.”
“It takes you away.” You shrugged back, letting him wrap his arms
around you as you stood at the sink. “That’s pretty offensive.”
“Can’t argue with you there Pretty Girl.”
And so you held a grudge against the season that most people
adored. Whilst many grew happy about the blossoms forming on the tree branches
and the return of the animals who’s been hibernating for the previous months,
your mood would often deteriorate knowing that they were all signs that Luke
would soon be leaving you again, for one reason or another.
Of course, Spring wasn’t all bad.
It meant that you could begin to wear slightly brighter colours,
rather than the darker tones that winter clothes seemed to prefer. It meant the
return of some of Luke’s shirts that had been hidden for the cooler months,
shirts that whilst you appreciated how he looked in them, you enjoyed stealing
for yourself even more. Spring meant Luke humming tunes he’d thought of and
singing new songs you were hearing for the first time whilst he was in the
shower. It meant Luke’s hair becoming slightly blonder to a little more sun,
his eyes a little brighter because of more light.
“You know, I quite like Spring.” He mumbles one night, the two of
you a mess of tangled limbs in bed. “It means I get to do a whole load of new
things to make you proud of me.”
“I’m always proud of you.” You yawned, tracing the freckles on his
chest with your finger. “That doesn’t go away and then come back in Spring.”
“Yeah, but I get to remind you in Spring.” He shrugged. “And I
think that’s pretty cool.”
“Whatever you say Lu.”
It would never be your favourite season, purely because it would
always be when Luke had to leave and you never enjoyed the sinking feeling that
accompanied that. And whilst Spring was beautiful and it was full of life and
colour and all sorts of new exciting things that you were yet to discover,
you’d always be sceptical of it because of what it meant for your relationship.
But it made Luke smile and you always thought he grew confident in the Spring
because he was proud of himself. Spring always meant Luke bought you extra
flowers and he always spent a little extra time with you because you both knew
what was coming, but he did it all with a grin and mumbled I love yous every
And if it made Luke happy, you think Spring can’t be so bad after
Calum had always reminded you of Summer.
You’d first thought of it when you’d met him; every cliché coming
true as the two of you had literally walked into each other on the beach. You’d
been a stuttering mess of apologies as Calum’s hands gripped your elbows, a
soft chuckle falling from his lips as he’d introduced himself. The warmth of
his hands heated your skin, and your cheeks flushed as he grinned at you,
causing you to link Calum to the season. And it wasn’t just a specific part of
him that resembled the season so well; you could make hundreds of comparisons
between the boy you loved and the season of sun.
Like the way he radiated warmth.
It wasn’t just the fact he never seemed to grow cold. You had to
admit having a human space heater as a boyfriend came with its advantages, particularly in Summer when he would
randomly discard items of clothing to become more comfortable. But just being
around Calum lifted you mood, like how everyone always seemed to be happier
when Summer came around. Being around Calum made you feel safe and warm and good. Just like Summer did.
Which was probably why it became your favourite season.
You soon found yourself living in anticipation of the warmest
months, excited to spend time with your man in whatever way you could. Some Summers
were spent on tour, different cities each night and a different sunrise every
morning. Those Summers were full of rushing around and stolen moments when no
one else was looking; they were full of Calum living his dream before the two
of you collapsed into each other’s arms in the early hours of the mornings. Other
Summers were lazy mornings waking up in beside each other as the sun streamed
in, soft kisses and quiet laughter before beginning the day together. Those Summers
were full of adventures and friends and living in the moment; they were full of
care free days and exciting evenings.
But no matter what they held, the Summers were always full of love.
Like tonight, where Calum’s sitting in one of the lawn chairs and
your curled on his knee. The last of the sun’s rays were still cast over the
garden despite the late hour, and the two of you were more than content with
just sitting together as soft music played from his discarded phone.
“We’re gonna have a Summer wedding right?” He mumbles, fingers
dragging through your hair. You move to look at him, a grin on your face.
“Who says we’re having a wedding?” You ask, lifting your left hand
to wave in his face. “Last time I checked, we weren’t engaged.”
He scoffs, pulling your hand to his lips and pressing a kiss to
where a ring should be, the ring
should be. You roll your eyes at the gesture, but he only smirks back at you.
“Stop being picky and answer the question.”
“Yeah Cal.” You grin, going back to your previous position, your
head resting on his shoulder as he played with your fingers. “We’ll have a
Because when else would you marry the boy who was practically the
human version of Summer.