Early evening. The soft skies. The warm winds. The scent of a fleeing day. // 366skies
Early evening. Random sights along the hours. Flocks of birds waiting for the night. // 366skies
Some light because it never hurts.
Afternoon. Dim brightness. Some lines in skies, marking floating countries on their way out. The silence off the neighbourhood. // 366skies
Early evening. Light is fading again. Except for the moon trying to poke holes into layers of clouds. A tough job for sure. But apparently possible. // 366skies