The Simplicity of Beauty.

cordes edge/thursday prior

The simplicity of beauty.

Beg your pardon?

Oh, sorry, I was musing.

This is as good a place as any.

The woman in the black dress.

Ah.

Then the guy carrying the bucket of bottles.

Hmm.

The cliffs yesterday evening with the late evening sun.

Yep, but you know what?

What?

I reckon it was mainly the woman in the black dress.

She was cleaning the window, she’s sweeping the front step now but she’s added a blue denim jacket, the town is still chilly in the shadows of the narrow street.

Her shoes are black too.

Ah, you are an admirer too.

The simplicity of beauty.