The sky grows dark and tries to follow the restless flight patterns of a murder of crows. Winter enters our homes softly and we witness autumn’s slow and lingering end. As this slow transition takes place I have the sensation that each evening is grayer than the last, and that each night draws in closer and closer. The sky is intense and decadent. The beauty of the sky in Segovia loses none of its splendor on even the darkest of days.