Some mornings, when you´ve cooked lunch that you forget to bring to work, when you oversleep and your hair is a mess, when you can´t remember where you left anything because your head is a mush – you just wish for dusk. A dusk like the one below.
Feel the smell of rain that came and went, feel the damp grass under your bare feet, see the woods growing heavier and darker, like the lids of your eyes as you lie by the window with the door wide open, listening to the nature as it falls asleep. Birds chirping slowly, more quiet, until an owl and the wind is all there is left.
Photo: Brown Dress With White Dots.
Good morning? Or a good night?