Every day is it a full day
Only the moon high up. There some noises in the village, some youngsters with strong engines, powerful roaring machines. I could hear the rivulet rustle in the wood. I was holding some powder coffee for my breakfast. I was thinking of some photos I had taken during that day. There were photos, not exceptional ones, just photos I had done that day. You can't do exceptionally good things. You're just who you are. Let's call it today. Let's be modest