a point in the sun
two women sit in silence, their shadows as sharp as the mid-day light. one gestures, her finger pointing toward something unseen, while the other listens, her fur catching the sun’s warmth. the bag between them is a silent witness, holding secrets of their conversation. the pavement stretches beyond them, barren and still, while the light dances on their forms, freezing this fleeting moment into timelessness.
a point in the sun
two women sit in silence, their shadows as sharp as the mid-day light. one gestures, her finger pointing toward something unseen, while the other listens, her fur catching the sun’s warmth. the bag between them is a silent witness, holding secrets of their conversation. the pavement stretches beyond them, barren and still, while the light dances on their forms, freezing this fleeting moment into timelessness.