Summertime sadness

Gently tracing your eyebrows with my finger I watch your
sleeping face, observe how the breath in your lungs rises your
chest and flares your nostrils just a tiny bit. I see the
horizon, where the golden shimmer of the harvested field meets
the blueish tint of the sky with its angry clouds. I hear the
wind rustling in the trees. Turning back to your face I almost
catch you peeking through your lashes and watching me in return.
We lie in between a warm day and a cool evening, between sun and
shadow, summer and sadness. And before I know it it’s time to
say farewell.
Model: Anna-Lisa von Heyking / instagram






