Winter.

They say there is sky somewhere.

I hope I'll be able to see it with my own eyes once.

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.

by sashaelage

We're in new reality anyway

Calm one

Cold one

Don't know if they're safe. My phone is acting weird beside... Whatever this is.

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.

Summer begins.

Old ferris wheel in park I haven't been into for a long while.