Unfinished morning, held in grey,
the city pauses before its name.
Footsteps cross a borrowed day,
faces passing without claim.
Windows wake but do not see,
towers fade before they rise.
Somewhere between gone and to be,
the day begins without surprise.
#photography
Slice of the night
Somewhere in the winding alleys of an old Italian town, the last light burns bright. Flour floats like dust in a dream. Behind the counter, two shadows shape the taste of the night.
📷 Leica D-Lux 8
#photography#fotografie#leica_camera#streetphotography