She found that she could not shed a tear as teardrops are not precious enough to entail the pain she found in her heart and would cheapen the loss. And so she looked across the meadow and wondered how it was that anything could grow in such proximity to a heart as filled with salt and pain as her own. Could the landscape not feel the echoes of her soul's winter.
All of your beautiful photos seem to tell a story. This one to me told two possible stories. 1. She awaits her love. The new morning kissing the window as she anticipates their first embrace of the new day. 2. She watches as her love departs. She knows that they will have many more nights like the one that has passed. Yet she lingers at the window. Touching the pane lightly, tracing his body as it blends with the morning light.
Although I know this was not a simple photo to take I love the simplicity of it and your other works. Anything more would be a distraction from what I and many others consider to be among the most, if not the, most beautiful model on dA.