Wind and ice will bite my cheeks,
yet the sun will kiss yours.
Your heart could drop
and mine could be high, flying in the clouds.
When you feel so light you could defy the force which keeps us grounded,
I could be so weighed down falling through the earth.
My sky may be blue,
and your’s black, covered in the lights far out of reach.
Through my lens the colour is blue, silver and green.
Through yours it may be red, white or yellow.
The world may be over exposed,
Or you may need to lower your shutter speed.
The image we take may be the same,
however our lenses are different.
