closing the set down with all worries of the past week put behind. about to emerge onto the street, read world. open schedule filled with infinite possibility.
sunshine hanging low at the golden hour; the shadows lean heavy along the walls. the deep black contrasting rugged textures of concrete and peeling paint.
just one more moment and my feet are out the doors. just one brief second, and i'm flying and soaring.
make the most of the weekend. it's been such a long time since the last one, and its tenure so fleeting. make each moment count!