First, I heard the dogs bark.

I know a horse and carriage will soon becoming by my window.

Then, I hear the rumble of wooden wheels on asphalt.

A few minutes later, I hear the steady and determined clip-clop of horses’ hooves on the road.

In my mind, I am back to another, quieter, more coherent time. It feels like a dream.

If there is time, I pick up my camera and aim it out my window. I don’t want to disturb the people in the carriage by getting closer or taking closer photographs.

They don’t mind the pictures I take, they smile when I tell them.

They are kind of a dream for me, I sometimes wonder if they are real, or just ghosts or spirits.

The images are small miracles to me.