SERIES 3 by UNKRUID
series 3
birds flying over the table snails like moving stones a fine rush of raindrops create a flickering light play in the puddle just in front of the house thinking about sound without hearing the subtle touch of the wind in the leaves moving creating a dynamic shadow play on my skin thoughts drifting away coming back and leading somewhere unexpected
そっと風が通り過ぎるように、
心の奥で、何かが芽吹く。