every day a different picture. a different reel. a different discovery of the world around me.
Wednesday, 21 March 2012
There is little denying it. There is no beating this feeling. As your lungs explode against the cold air, your head tilts up toward the gold-laced clouds, and this is what you see. And in one tiny moment, alone in a city full of people, you find the beauty in solitude.
And you never want to leave the moment, one of steady pounding feet and unsteady, determined breath.