I woke early this morning, hoping for a bright day in London, and it wasn’t all that bad. I shot this little video with blurry eyes, and while watching it back made some music.

A bird flies across the image,
we are looking at the sky.

As time becomes almost motionless, the image begins to merge into a new form,
removing the sky.

Now our thoughts are in transit, intrigued by subtle movements.
Our gaze engaged, moving into and out of clear definition.

A bird flies across the image,
we are looking at the sky.