Languid afternoon

As I looked out, the sun was bright enough to blind my eyes. But then as I got used to the astonishing clear skies, the colours that seeped through to my very bones, I saw. The languid afternoon grew on me and I wondered if the world was always as still as this. The scene before me was complete, whole, as though clothed in contentment. Yet it contained a secret--held it close. Look, you will see an ordinary scene , trees, plants. But, wait a minute...something else...who goes there...?
One of my watercolours. Click on it for a larger view.