golden February morning
The plaque on this glass consists of graphite and water salt, and it is not dirt, but a trap for photons of light. But you can think differently, and open windows in winter to flush out these traps, but on my windows the light always has a place to get stuck, something to cling to.
To the right, everything is beautifully different.
Then I suddenly saw that this structure had also become gilded by sunlight. I rarely go to this window in the morning, but everything is great and it started with a reflection. The smell of caramel and orange...
Nothing special to the left, but let it be because of the blurred star.
There's no time to talk anymore right now. Maybe I'll add something later.