It's been a while. I don't think I want to speak about red lights again, but... It's inevitable, isn't it.
I can't just ignore them.
Old ferris wheel in park I haven't been into for a long while.
Houses from afar look almost like toys, with this bright light from windows among darkness of street. I can only look in aw at this light dropping on leaves under my feet.
It is warm.
Looks like whatever was outside this night never managed to come inside.
Good.
City garden decor. With plush toys, as it is often the case :D
Comming home, I'm looking at the red lights through glass of empty wooden box that used to be something else.
Smell of leaves fills the air.
It's... So calm
Like in the eye of the storm.
distant memories, dreams of buildings and trees from past and future alike, wandering around empty streets, looking at the shadows.
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