It's 22:53
At 22:53, I move through space and time, between my home, my memories and the people I love. Then, at 22:55, I return. Here, now.
Tag: life
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My Fog
An old, blurry photo brings back the memory of a walk through the thick fog - a protective blanket where the world fades away, sounds are muffled, and the only certainty left is your own thoughts.
Señor
An unexpected meeting on a hot morning, between a slow backup, an offered coffee, and the contagious serenity of someone who knows how to be grateful for life.