Lovely girl. She's the way I feel today: stepping outside of my building. "Rain?" I lowered my head to the doorman. "A little, it's snow. You see?" I pushed through the crowd up Wall Street. The smell of bacon trailing from a street cart. It's a dismal day, but the label of Spring is the yellow bow of my Friday morning.
Gorgeous work via Behance.
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