Man in yellow jacket
The rising mist exacerbated the gray reality. There was nothing on that day that encouraged communing with the world. The streets were completely empty. It had its advantages. I was able to focus on the "here and now". The smell of damp asphalt mixed with the wet leaves. I took a couple of deep breaths and felt inspired. I looked through the lens, but all I saw was darkness. Today even the trees looked as if their soul had been taken from them. I shuddered. I wanted to be home again. Coming back, I felt extreme emotions. The unpleasant aura made me feel depressed, but on the other hand, I was glad that I had overcome internal opposition, went for a walk and took this picture.
Do you feel this atmosphere too?
