Late evening walks around a sunny Dublin town.
Making my way past the cobbles of Temple Bar.
It seems to me like the world is slowing to a stop.
A slow and steady decline to a standstill.
It’s that window on a Friday.
Between the close of work.
And the open of the nighttime watering holes.
A look down a corridor.
One of wide staircases.
And smooth walls.
The light pouring in.
And I’m greeted with this scene.
What some think of mundane.
I see as a one time thing.
I see a beautiful but fleeting scene.
I am Timi