This Afternoon Has Always Been Here | Victorian Oil Painting & Relaxing Classica Music

The afternoon arrives slowly here, the way it only does at the edge of water. You are standing on the lawns of a Victorian estate, somewhere between the house and the lake, where the birdsong moves across the surface of things without breaking them. The reeds at the water's edge hold still. A swan crosses the far end of the lake in a single, unhurried line