You are my home.
seen from China
seen from China
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from Australia
seen from Türkiye

seen from Finland
seen from China
seen from Belarus

seen from United States
seen from Belarus
seen from India
seen from France
seen from Maldives

seen from Singapore

seen from China
seen from China
seen from China
seen from Russia
seen from United Arab Emirates
You are my home.
You’re my anchor.
They’re older now, greyer around the temples and deeper lines at the eyes, but they’re themselves again. And it’s OK.
The cool autumnal breeze blowing over them through the cracked open window at sundown is in perfect contrast to the heat of each other.
They deserved Paris.
There’s nothing better than each other.
"You’re in your coveralls.”
It’s painful to imagine their arms being empty soon.