The shadows spoke... they are there at an exact time of day, but only if the sun rises.
I have been watching them for a week and they are never the same.
What seems to dance there, contained, has a life of its own... and it really knows how to take the weight off its shoulders. It comes and goes, leaving a whirlwind of emotions, giving you the answers you need at the moment you need them.
To be honest I have published these photos because of something very small and cute that happened to me. I was a few hours ago without electricity, in the middle of the night, and I put the little camping lamp on the bed pointing at the ceiling. A small insect landed there and started to walk across the light screen... its shadow was walking on my ceiling. The first thing I did was to get scared, as I hadn't seen the bug... 😅
So I ran to see the photos... I was letting them mature so that later they could give their best seduction speech.
No half-measures... I want to boil like the walls and the galvanised zinc ceiling.
Release your beast before this moon is over. Rest on my peaks and when I command you, return to conquer my fires.
They were not ready...
And what is this?
Well... it looks like a scene from Altamira cave! 🤣
This is my entry for the #monomad Challenge.
