I have this strange love for sleeping foreign places. Especially cities hold a certain kind of magic for me.
Have you ever gotten up at 05:00 a.m. and just went for a walk?
Bustling cities are suddenly eerily quiet. Everybody is still sound asleep. Only the wind, the silence of the “in-between spaces” and the artificial light of street lamps are keeping you company.
This little town I’m currently in, is no exception to this magic: The yellow street-light, the silence, the occasional early riser. I can smell the ocean and hear its crashing waves in the dark. And somewhere behind me I can feel the mountains loom.
A sleeping place, slowly stirring in its sleep.
Slowly waking up.
Try it one day.
Explore the sleepy spaces in between.