Mornings. Waking to the frost. Embracing what's out there, nevertheless. Waiting for the days light. // 📷 366skies
The trust in autumn to bring these colours. And the hope in winter to cover what's left, to preserve in frost some of the dreams of last summer for a coming spring. Watching transiency in seasons, and breathing all the melancholy emanating from it. // 📷 lost-in-moments
Mornings. The concrete world and a brief encounter with Moon, again. // 📷 366skies
Along the way. The pale quiet white. City afar. // 📷 366skies
Afternoon. The passing weathers. The scent of rain the feel of frost. // 📷 366skies