Afternoon. Castles above and below. Passing by between strangers. Mostly. // đ¸ 366skiesÂ
Mornings. Shapeless. Moving on and still yet to come. // đ¸ 366skiesÂ
Hideout. Elsewhere. Watching the city change its shape, at an almost organic speed. // lost in momentsÂ
Morning. Edge of sunrise. The vast sky. The temporary feeling of serenity. Staying quiet as if any word would pollute the moment with unnecessary meaning. // 366skiesÂ
Early evening. Where cities retreat to after work is done. No rain but dust. // 366skiesÂ
Hours in the afternoon. Trying to find the quietness in the sky. Tres amigos. // 366skiesÂ
Urban wilderness.Â
Evening. Partial silence. The city tries its best. // 366skiesÂ