heh… I don´t mean to break the magic spell of the petals in the night… but I notice you are in the middle of the waters taking the shot and my first thought was: "poor steve, so urged for a bathroom and wanting to take the pic to share with us… but he couldn´t hold on anymore…"
Don´t worry, we understand, it happens. The photo worthed the sacrifice, thank you. 😀
Alieness: what a creative thought! Every night in Barcelona’s old town, the street cleaners would wash down the cobble stone passages. And all day, the trees rained yellow flower petals to the ground. They have a nice symbiosis…
…In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
‘Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence…
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