Things look different in the night.
Shadows play tricks.
Colors shift shade.
This bouquet of stock is quite purple in the day, when the light is bright and tinged with whatever blue we get from the sky. At night, however, and in the warm amber glow of a lamp, it changes to a more rosy hue, as if shot through with an extra dose of blood from within.
The beauty of these blooms, apart from the exquisite way they change color depending on the light and the time of day, is their perfume. Sweet and soft and the merest whisper of spring and summer – it is the breath of hope, expelled in the coldest of winter nights.
