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.
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.
About forgotten places and memories. About the untold story and those silenced phrases.
About the way on how some memories are raised from scratches.
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.
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.
