The clouds gather...
... and the daylight dims...
... as the rising wind howls...
...into the fury of the breaking storm.
But the quieting gloom after the storm has passed...
... brings no comfort to those it leaves behind...
... only the dread of the coming night...
... bringing the chill of the dark.
As the days grow darker, pity those who must work through the night...
... and the daylight dims...
... as the rising wind howls...
...into the fury of the breaking storm.
But the quieting gloom after the storm has passed...
... brings no comfort to those it leaves behind...
... only the dread of the coming night...
... bringing the chill of the dark.
As the days grow darker, pity those who must work through the night...