Spain

During the day, the streets are bustling and the shops are full. Although the hustle and bustle of a little Spanish town is still charming, I prefer the evenings. When the only occupants in town are tucked into cozy cafés and restaurants, the whole air seems to change. It’s as if the flute playing the merry tune of morning has slowed to the soothing sound of a French horn serenading the sun as it drifts to sleep. It truly can be hard to capture such a feeling with just the click of the camera; but even after looking at the image now, I can hear that same melody waltzing down the cobblestones beyond the twilight.