Tangerine mood

Russia

The asphalt on the street was melting, everything was sweltering from the heat, I wanted coolness and freshness. You could hide in the shade of trees or drink cold tangerine juice. The tangerine was sour, so it began to be misused. I wanted to show the sun in the ringing emptiness of the blue sky, pampering rays and simultaneously incinerating. Tangerines and shadow created the mood.