Cold autmn weather and fiery indoor radiators. One wall of the room soaked in gold, the other cast in icy shadow. Lying there with you on upon the floor, both of us staring at the skylight, watching the vapour trails of passing planes crisscross the blue. Dreaming up whole continents of warmth.
Photo by Anako
Just a tiny, imaginary thought of peace and love, folded up, and tossed kite-like to the wind.