Some days the sky burns white with fire
Some days the night burns black as soot
The city crowds beneath
Heads tilted
Eyes agape
Huddled together for warmth
Wondering while wandering
Photograph and prose copyright Mike Yost 2017
Carving out thin slices of reality with curved glass. [ by mike yost ]
Some days the sky burns white with fire
Some days the night burns black as soot
The city crowds beneath
Heads tilted
Eyes agape
Huddled together for warmth
Wondering while wandering
Photograph and prose copyright Mike Yost 2017