Beauty visits once a year (1)

The days are long, cold and grey. Nothing changes, nothing grows, nothing sings or dances here. Stillness. That is, until beauty arrives. For one, single, glowing, colour filled day, every year the world is set to rights. The air moves, making everything it touches dance. Voices rise with joy long held in check. A rainbow of colour empties into the greyness making it all look shiny and new. But the day ends, beauty leaves and the greyness descends once more.

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