I took 22 shots, and from those I can only pick a few dull photos, just like the morning itself—sunny, hot, and me, ravenous after cycling 7 or 8 kilometres on nothing but a swig of coffee. I even left the mug on the kitchen counter in my rush to get out...
But then I saw these scenes—shoes that had run far, kicked stones and dust, only to end up like this: hanging.
😅
Nothing, this means absolutely nothing. They’re just resting and probably cracking jokes among themselves, I suppose. If you look closely, it even seems like they’re sticking their tongues out at you. I told you—these are dull photos. I’m not here to philosophise. Are you?
Alright then.
If your answer is yes, make yourself comfortable in that chair over there.
And what if I bring you a full-on questionnaire? Will you say “stop”?
Don’t 🤣 (Pare = Stop)
And I found myself wondering what was going on with the signage at that railway crossing.
Note to self
Lower the volume of haste, for the song playing now is pure calm—let’s call it romance. It invites you to take life gently by the waist and place a tender kiss upon its cheek.
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