A fair way to stay up.
Motion through memories.
On rooted routines saving our minds and other simple and small actions ruling our paths.
4 hours ago this was a reason.
It’s a theme.
6:00 AM while the world is covered by our silence and the darkness is still our bed. Messy heads and sleepy steps.
3WD as near horizon.
Mess of a 2WD of Q close, 6:00 AM.
This thing called whf for the one I’m grateful.
4Q is here and October has just started at 5am, early hours commitment is still a thing over here.
The darkness from outdoors is still covering my vision, my sleepy head is still dreaming awake, my steps are slow but the feeling of a surreal morning impulses my motion. With high expectations, with hopes that never end.
Each room is aligned to a different season, we’re plenty of rooms inside, there is a door for each one. We can count on that segmentation, we can always move to other one. Even internally there is always place for new accommodation.
Constant of motion prevails our fears.
and suddenly almost done with September.
Surfing through these times is a full-time job.
About forgotten places and memories. About the untold story and those silenced phrases.
About the way on how some memories are raised from scratches.
ways to remember and feel it again.
Best surprises come from forgotten film rolls. Life before pandemic situation. Guanajuato, 2019 on portra 400.
The common life, routines around early hours, all surrendered by silence, the sky starts to show the first sings of light, city is not awake yet, we tend to rely on our sleepy heads. Life from early hours filling our deepest desires.
Invoking all emotions retained through all of this path.
About one of those days.
5AM, the darkness is still composing silenced landscapes through my window, the entire life outdoors is still asleep, the city sleeps while the night is still dancing, the air smells like rain, my coffee is aiming stories using memories from past days, nature from outdoors is still ruling my mind and thoughts.
The simple things should be the happiest ones, always.
Ways to remember.
Moments that make you feel alive.
Unstoppable rhythm of slow mornings.
AMs with him.
The hours I like and enjoy the most are those where the world is still asleep, where the dark of night is still ruling the entire place and there is nothing but the sound of silence, those hours where nothing is there but everything remains. Those are the moments where my mind can feel an intense flow, those are the ones that rule my entire day.
There is nothing but the motion of life on its simplest way.