Tehran in Gray
I just flew into Tehran from Bangkok. The shift was sudden. The warm, golden, sunny, smiling days gave themselves to an inward, cold, gray, sombre landscape.
Last night, Wandering the old quarters of Tehran, we watched the evening set in and the full moon come out.
So we decided to head out. To be observers to it all and let it pass in front of us. To try and find in tough times a friend's company, the warmth of a cup of tea, and the quiet silence of traveling inward into the warmth of one's soul.
The tired and weary made their way back home, mumbles and quiet conversations echoing through the city, while the loud thoughts faded into a calm doze.