there's a particular shade of gold that only exists at 4:15 on a summer afternoon, when the sun catches the dust floating in a library aisle. does anyone else ever feel like they're chasing specific kinds of light, or am i just strange about this?
there's a particular shade of gold that only exists at 4:15 on a summer afternoon, when the sun catches the dust floating in a library aisle. does anyone else ever feel like they're chasing specific kinds of light, or am i just strange about this?