After dusk. Night dripping into a quiet sky and all it spans. Cold and silent. Far from where the noise of these days rages. // 366skies
Later afternoon. Different day, similar mood but colder. Frost takes ones breath, sticks to skin and soul. Everything that trembles along the way feels familiar. // 366skies
Early evening. Freezing cold. Pastel-coloured layers between here and the endless void. And the quiet in these shapeless hours. // 366skies
Early afternoon: A bit brighter, this grey. Wintry textures, some frost. No sun, no snow, no blue. Where is your light, where is mine? // 366skies
Noon. Indecisive. Thin clouds, a little trace of sunlight. Some blue sky at the edges while the center is mostly pale. As so often. // 366skies