Winter

<sup>Lonely little firefly
adrift inside the fog
while the timid night unfolds.

There's sparkles like silver
flowing in the water
of the graveyard's river.

~ Midnight Song by Íbiel Berciano Burgos.</sup>

I loved the way the fallen leaf looked there, all alone in the middle of the granite floor. I though it could serve as a metaphor for many, many things.

Done with HDR techniques. No manipulation was done beyond that.

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