Today I want to see how many cars go by.  It’s cold outside and there’s not a soul around.

Neither a passer-by, nor a cyclist.

[…]

Nobody.

This is the rush hour.

A car arrives.  It moves slowly.  I think it’s someone who lives nearby and comes home after work.

Others should follow.

[…]

Nothing…

from one lockdown
to another
winter fog

Andrea Cecon