The dawn begins its ritual but still the town is in no hurry to emerge out of the blanket of clouds of which it is enveloped. Life should be no different. Life is not a race. Every minute of it should be lived. What is a hurried life if in the end you wish you did not sprint through it but instead took sometime to take off your shoes and experience the feel of the earth under your feet.
Note: To gain a better appreciation of this photo essay, you have to refer to the preceding post. The photos by themselves have stories to tell.