Evening in Ulaanbaatar

Day starts to end. The sky a pasty pink, the bus quiet save for for a toddler’s chatter entertaining weary, content faces . Stepping o’er feathers watching summer clothes and heels tap tap tap in tune with the lines you skip over on the sidewalk. Smells change with every other pace – savoury sweet still…

Photo Friday: Punkette

pretty in pink, always. effortlessly i can pick her up with one arm, she is so small. soaking up love with her sunbeam face, i will see her again tomorrow.