Hail it was, upon my arrival to the Hotel Europe Royale, in Bucharest, Romania. A relaxed day from beach through farmer’s fields it was, until I arrived at the gates of the hotel, only to be pelted by ice bits the size of hail. With this being a summer storm it abated just in time for the birds to fly like a stream in motion across the setting Sun to dry their wings. And for others to reflect upon fishing or conversation.
With the subsiding of the hail and the setting of the Sun, the buildings added light to the street scape. As the Moon found itself caught in the grips of the wrought iron of the urban landscape.