Dawn,
The door bell rings
She stumbles out of bed
The familiar scent of coffee fills the air,
Breakfasting on a good night’s rest, she hums a wordless
tune
laced with the promise of a rewardingly productive day
The children are still asleep
Dawn,
The door bell rings
He stumbles home
The familiar scent of a long night’s work punches the air,
Yesterday’s dinner lays cold and untouched, he mumbles to
himself
ceaseless work to feed to restless creatures of the night
The children are still asleep
Parallels, it’s all a play on perspectives.
“We are our choices.” - Jean-Paul Sartre
Mirrors, Photo Collaboration : Scenes de Rue
- Inner Voice
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