5pm and the bridges to cross. In between city districts and cultural divides. Watching streets awake while others almost return to sleep. Cloudy horizons, a frosty wind across skin and face. And the calming possibility of a river.
5pm and the bridges to cross. In between city districts and cultural divides. Watching streets awake while others almost return to sleep. Cloudy horizons, a frosty wind across skin and face. And the calming possibility of a river.