Closing in on 11am. A wide grey sky, a silent green below. Picking some flowers from in between, just as pictures to leave them untorn. Later the day, different birds.
Morning. Places to wake up, places to move on. Not home but somehow close. // 366skies
In between places. The silence later that day.
Noon. Returning. Not finding anymore. // 366skies
Later. Crossing rivers.