Winter, cold and a cold. Sneezing and looking for the summer.

Lucky them on the equator, they have no seasons. The downside is a 12hr day all year round — and a 12hr night.

Camera charged, boxed and not used for a month. Work. More work — but thoughts of the summer (almost Chris Rea — but no).

Old RAWs, unprocessed. Time to give them another look.

Those riders of the sunset accompanied by celestial air force,
all made of vapour.
All real.
All ghost.

All past.