Fahad Raza

Overnight it was frost.
By sunrise it looked like gold.

Same window. Same ice.
Just different light.

Funny how that works.

Couldn’t have cleaned the outside of my window even if I tried.
28 floors up. Zero survival instincts.
So winter handled it.
Showed up overnight and turned my bedroom window into a limited-edition art print.
I’ll allow it.

First from the phot walk we did today around committee chowk, bhaabra bazar, and murree road.