We are wayfarers through the churning void.
Of lights and shades that engulf the prospects of everything.
We walk through a series of gloomy shifts (the gloaming) that only Scotland can describe.
Every country has its own defining quality of light.
The world is defined by its representations of genii locorum within the visible conjunctions of localised heliacal resplendence.
By subdivisions of light within light. Its blending of them.
Each one is exceptional within an environment that determines the immaculate tenor of the prospects of everything that are engulfed by them.