A super short story for you today, about a journey through a door way, from one life to the next.
It’s Friday afternoon, and as the day comes to an end, I make my way to the door. The sun is just starting to dip below the horizon, but it is still there.
This isn’t a plug at all, but the company logo on the door glass looks cool lit by the low sun light.
I make my way closer, to the door.
I make it.
Once outside, the air smells clear, and fresh. It smells like the weekend. I can still see the last glimmers of sun shine through the trees.
If I’m quick, and get the right vantage point, I might get a cool shot of the sunset.
I make it.
Learnings – again lines feature in today’s picture, but in a really subtle way. For me, the tree line gathers your gaze up, and directs you to the sun, shimmering behind the clouds. The tree on the left acts like a buffer, bouncing your eye back in again. I like it, it feels fresh, and comfy.
Have a great weekend, I hope to see you tomorrow.
