On a cold November evening, standing by the window, scanning the reflection of raindrops with a camera, my inner feelings got the peaceful. Gusts of wind became like a breaths. With the warmth of own perception, I warmed memories of spring. Thoughts of blooming, emerald dunes. JPEG, 28 MB, 8000x8000 px, 300 dpi / PNG, 108 MB, 8000x8000 px