Late nights and lost days

As the evening moved on, Saturday became Sunday.

These days, it's not often that I am sitting up with friends into the early hours of the morning. Since I finished studying, almost three years ago, I've adopted a more regular pattern of night and day.

The soft focus of this shot reminds me of the fogginess of recollection that accompanies late nights with a glass of wine.

But through the blur, you can still recall the smiles.