sheltered from the rain.

"Sometimes it rains and you're glad that you're sheltered and dry; then there are these times where you just want to go out and join it in its dance."

-v

Here is the ancient floor,

Footworn and hollowed thin, 

Here was the former door

Where the dead feet walked in.

She sat here in her chair,

Smiling into the fire; 

He who played stood there,

Bowing it higher and higher.

Childlike, I danced in a dream;

Blessings emblazoned that day;

Everything glowed with a gleam;

Yet we were looking away!

— 'The Self Unseeing' by Thomas Hardy

Many special thanks to those two friends of mine. :)

*Edited slightly with photoshop curves. (I don't know how blogger managed to reduce the quality of my photos so much, but to view the full photo, just click on them.)