At four, the streetlamps gutter like votive coins,

At four, the streetlamps gutter like votive coins,
each cobblestone a lullaby, each shutter a held breath.
The city is a fossil, its spine of steel and glass unpeopled.
A stray cat, black ink, pours itself into an alley’s throat.
The last taxi hums, a trapped fly in amber.
I am the only clock unwinding in this velvet hour.

#CityAtDawn #QuietHour #UrbanSolitude #StreetPhotography #Nocturnal #EmptyStreets #TravelPhotography #GoldenHour #WaitingForDay #Stillness #Photography #Capetown

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Gonzales Ramon @ramongonzales5531

this got me right in the chest. that line about being the only clock unwinding in the velvet hour... i've felt that so many times walking home at 4am after a long shift. cape town really does hit different when it's empty like that. did you take this near the city bowl?
8 days ago

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