
A pastel morning with snow still on the ground.
Thought for the day: God asks: Do you love me?
This whole weekend passed by like a nightmare - it really feels unreal now that I am on my way to recovery from a bout of stomach flu. And the weather, too, I remember seeing snow out of the window in my dehydrated stupor, which seems unreal given how it is now outside.
Can't quite capture the luminosity; the setting sun reflected on the facades of skyscrapers is in actuality brighter and more shimmering, luminous, beautiful than can be shown by photo. And it is gone in a blink.