It's always me, the critic
Like usual, a very beautiful picture, taken in one of my favourite places: Northen Europe!
I want to start by the clouds, of a soft pink who seems tranquillity and serenity, but they're even thick, like they would promise the rain soon.
The passage makes me think about something very melancholic, something sad, like the loss of someone who I cared about.
The colours make it all a dream, like an instant blocked in the inifity.
The little view of the sea is like the objective we have to conquist: still far away from us, but always in front of us.