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Still blooming in November twilight: Michaelmas Aster (Aster novae-angliae) – Tuoksuasteri.

A chilly wind is shaking the flowers, tossing their heads from side to side. The light comes from a low angle, sideways, making all things already half shadows, half in twilight. The sun is distant and as if always sinking, fiery when you look straight at it but unable to light up much more than a small corner of the sky. Down here everything is muted; colours, sounds, feelings. As if all matter is becoming slowly transparent, only being there when you’re looking and dissolving out of sight when you’re not.