I leave home 15 minutes before the street lights are switched off and have the Dawn all to myself.
The last 15 minutes before sunrise are my prayer with the skies , a time to be grateful for the void blessings and the serendipity of light.
The last 15 minutes before I board the train are when I am most at peace, having had the night to process and unwind.
The last fifteen minutes of a dream are the most vivid. , when you float between reality and imagination, your senses heightened and spirit most receptive. These are my fountains of hope.
NB: except for the first shot in today’s entry, all of the other images are SOOC, unedited and unapologetic.
These all are such lovely shots!!
Thank you for your kind comment. Yes, early morning in my little Portuguese village is a dream!