Afternoon: Melting in the heat. Sitting watching listening feeling stories of old. // 📷 366skies
11am and on. Light blue sky, light grey concrete. And a flow of palpable, solid heat in between. An old man selling flowers under a worn-down umbrella, surrounded by colours and scents of these warm, blooming months. (Jumping from shadow to shadow. Moving fast, as if the speed was about to help one cool down. At least it's worth a try, probably.)