And it seemed to me that there were fires
Flying till dawn without number
And I never found out things-those
Strange eyes of his-what colour?
Everything trembling and singing and
Were you my enemy or my friend,
Winter was it or summer?
― Anna Akhmatova
Below is the original photo used to create this image. I found this flowering bush on a sunrise walk around my neighborhood. No special lighting or retouching, just a snap from my smart phone.