Late hours of the bright day. Always in between rain. // 366skies
Afternoons. A grey sky, a pale light, and clouds that try to reshape on the go. // 366skies
Early night. Skies behind city windows. The clouds that are, the clouds that seem to be. // 366skies
Early afternoon. When the wind turned stronger, when the clouds rolled in. // 366skies
Mornings: No clouds, no wind, a palpable silence. And a birch with years of age welcoming another spring. // 366skies