After noon. Watching the weather pass by. Still moving little more than absolutely necessary, which then again doesn't mean much. // 📷 366skies
Evening. An odd kind of motion. An odd kind of light. // 📷 366skies
Halfway through the day. All colours are quiet, no clouds to hide these skies. // 📷 366skies
Early evening. What if we learn to look up again? // 📷 366skies
Evenings. Different flavours of light. And the stories they hold. // 📷 366skies