A time to read

Waking up, I go out on the balcony and accepting the haze as a norm now, I see a lot of dusting and cleaning outside. Today I leave the yellow light as it is. I like it better than the grey it will turn into soon.

I wanted to shoot something pretty. Which would say little beyond looking good. So I took a picture of some artificial flowers S had bought last evening. I didn't like the photo as much. I had almost settled for it until I decided to shoot my book this morning. Gradually beginning to set the inertia once again. The words in the pages, the turning of the chain, the sliding of the bows... the little things one can so easily slip into.