Fog & Ferries
Walked the docks early — the fog held the city like a soft hand. I left a sketch on the bench and a note for anyone curious enough to look.
Remember: bring sketchbook next time ✍️
Walked the docks early — the fog held the city like a soft hand. I left a sketch on the bench and a note for anyone curious enough to look.
Found a stack of paperbacks with postcards between the pages. Each postcard had a different handwriting — a little time-capsule of random lives.
Tea at 6. The neighbor’s cat on the wall. A song that refuses to leave your head all day. Scratch them off one by one.