Along the way. Where we hide below star signs and always close to a small mossy forest. Night as a mental state of things.
The afternoon. Encountering winter. The cold in everything. // 📷 lost-in-moments
Afternoon. Withdrawn from concrete, the open nature at least a bit. // 📷 366skies
Early afternoon. Reconnected again. Somehow. The bright in the days. And the shadows. // 📷 366skies
Afternoon. A warm sun, a soft light and the clouds that last. // 📷 366skies