Before the day thins sun coils into its softest parts breakaway light chases air breath-thin on concrete and tree bark with a fruiting blush I want to take a bite of that sky before guava is crushed into blue ink slipping between streetlamp fingers.
Light keeps returning to my thoughts— almost exactly where my mind was this time last year.
I so love all the different lights that colour and define each day and year. Beautiful, evocative photos, thank you :)
I want to taste those skies too. 🌅