Early afternoon. The silence of the day, under the bushes and keeping most of the city at distance. Trying the same for thoughts, with less success. // 366skies
Noon. Indecisive. Skies above old industry. Memory lane. // 366skies
Early evening. Laying on the bench, looking up. Still, there's some kind of blue to soothe the day. // 366skies
Afternoon. The sharp lines and shadows on concrete. The city and its light. // 366skies
Late afternoon. Always in spring or summer. The challenge of being right here, right now. // 366skies