when this line goes here

The crocus, first to break the ground and catch the sunlight in its coloured face their appearance signals the warming of the ground and the return of the green.


Drawn in by the collection of lines mellowed by the blue hue surrounding a quiet place to sit in sunlight, customers only.


Forced to proceed in a direction enhanced by the shadowed lines leading to empty below.


Architecturally curved to make the exterior more than its purpose these circular lines surround the little glimmer of a flag.


Finger hover above a trigger about to enact the time stamp of an arbitrary frame around a twisted reflection, subtle behind the surface details of the crash.