It´s a foggy day, landscape is faded in grey.
Floe floating around, with a clinking sound.
Nature blows a cold winter breeze.
We stand on the rocks looking out over the sea, trying not to freeze.
In the horizon, the sun is strugling to break free.
For a minute it opens upp, light is all we can see.
The spark burns out and it’s dark.
Some people I meet is happy with smiles in their faces,
someone is sad with tears in her eyes.
Some comes together, other are alone.
Some just strolling around without no goals,
other walks fast, maybe running from the past.
All those people, their stories and their lifes.
I just get corius about them.
On the way out from Menilmontant metro station, a man stands below the stairs and taking shelter, trying to light his cigarette.
A drizzle falls over Paris and it’s blowing a chilly autumn wind this november night.