The ordinary can be mysterious.
When fleeting sunlight is mixed with artificial lights, while silhouettes disappearing into dark, magic can happen.
A glorious day is dying, a desolate highway with local shops, a lonesome car passing by, a fence, garbage bins, and a slice of leafy ground.
Where is this place? Is it in the USA, Canada or Australia? Why is the highway so empty, where is everybody? Why the fence? Why are so many bins neatly stacked on this side of the road?
What do shops tell me, a dry cleaner, a vet clinic, a gym, a pool care shop and a real estate?
