Space for thought

If there’s one thing I’ve yet to get used to after 3 years of gypsy living, it’s the rarity of having a space to myself. Where closing a door means shutting out the world, being left alone with thoughts and terrors, finding a path through the remains of the day.

When solitary space is finally had, there is song and dance, gold dust giddiness, before the grateful sinking into silence.

Fujifilm X-T1, XF 35mm F2