I prefer darkness

On the night side of every life, there where the visible meets the enigma of invisibility, a couple explores the periphery of the day, guided by the moon and cradled by the wind. Expressionist hues and breath, artificial lights, yellow street lamps shaping slender natural stages moved by the wind and illuminated by the moon. Black backdrops behind which infinity hides. Two ghostly figures, less protagonists and more evanescent than nervous foliage moved by the breath of time.