Early morning. The quietness before the noise. Listening to the sore city breathing in its late dreams. // 📷 366skies
Afternoons. An idea of rain. Collecting new light through old windows, and other weird metaphors. Always a bit off track. // 📷 366skies
Moving. Too close encounters again. Keeping distance, trying to retreat to within. Dark cities. // 📷 366skies
Mornings. Indifferent. Clouds opening, closing again. Little light, time moving in its usual speed. // 📷 366skies
Early evening. The cold remained, the day fled. Slowly warming up again. // 📷 366skies