Today was a day for chill, and this is what resulted from it.
It was literally chill.
Super chill. Super cold.
Location: Bulwar Filadelfijski, Toruń
We watched the ice floes on the Vistula river. We could hear them crash against each other. It was quiet, it wasn’t windy (if it was we would have frozen) so all you could hear, really, was those ice floes. They say that when there’s snow outside it absorbs sounds from the surroundings. I think it must be true, because when I lean out the window on a snowy morning you can’t hear the trams or cars or dogs that I always hear. It’s even quieter on a weekend, obviously. A Sunday morning can be so quiet that I feel like I’m not on Earth anymore.