It was sunny in the city, so we wanted to grab the last Autumn moments before the arrival of Winter.
It turned out that it was not sunny in the wild.
Rain, mist, fog.
May I live at east in the muddy water.
Trying to see though the fog, there are always bright spots seen in a fog bank. Fogdog.
雨後 | Ah, petrichor.
Breathe by Ching