Cool, freezing summer morning. Though sun rose, shadow seems everywhere, even flowers seem not to have awaken yet. Sleepy, walking through greyish pantone.
Two layers in the sky. Upper one dark grey, almost black, stormy. Between it and the horizon, a cloud band, sleet white, light radiating, almost pulsing through it.
walking in a desert street, no birds on wires and branches. Air so silent that, long after a bus has passed, small noises of his engine still sound in the air, like a clicking chain.
this shade of the sea, between gray, green, dark and blue, ever-changing through dancing rays of the sun, today's sky has caught it. A huge hatch set over the town, bonded through building, a jail for the sunlight or so it seems
among wet dead leaves
on the brick red pavement
a greenish leaflet
Like on the edge, a tiny change brings us to full day or darkest night, a gust of wind, a butterfly...
tell me where the light goes
before the rain
city sounds like a far away song listened from an old seashell, echoes of shouts, motorbikes, wind between cries and whispered words. A lonely bird up there tracing, hasting to some other place along the edge, herald of the rain.
dark summer day
hidden up there
a lonely swift