prologue

November 05, 2019

prologue

A three-hour drive after work,
Heading to my favorite hideout, far from the hustle and bustle of the city.
The chilly air embraces my body as I get off the car.
Just right to lean on each other.

Waiting for the dawn in silence.

L’Heure Bleue.
“Blue Hour” in French.
The moment just before the sun rises, when the deep blue spreads in the sky.

Coloring the deep blue sky into pink.
The beauty of the pale tone gradation.
Enveloping everything in the soft light.
Dozing off slightly, as I relax in my rocking chair.
Should I continue to read or take a walk around... Well, there's no need to rush.

Closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, all will be filled with bliss.