Early evening. A moon. An open sky. And a setting sun. The quiet in these hours. // 366skies
The morning. Still these days. Flooded with pictures that aren't tiring, waiting for the sun to rise. // 366skies
Afternoon. Temporary stop, to watch the sun peek across the roofs. One of these moments where clouds feel like the three-dimensional structures they are, which sometimes is lost to visual perception. // 366skies
Late afternoon. All days textures, and that warmth at least seen in colours. Just enough silence filling everything. // 366skies
Evening. The absence of information in the darkness of early night sky. And the structures to fill it with, instead. // 366skies
Mornings. Veiled sun. Little clarity. Still waiting for the light to move in. // 366skies
Afternoons. The garden growing brighter. Inevitable spring even in cold wind. And the blossoms on everything, a quiet hope in each of them. // 366skies
Early evening. Watching the day settle. Listening to the birds. Staying thoughtless for that very while. // 366skies