The Lion

“Did you think the lion was sleeping because he didn’t roar?” (Friedrich Schiller)

It’s Monday and snowing heavily. From my window I can listen to some music from the nearby Christmas market. You could believe that the world is a peaceful place.
You see a decayed streetmarking, with a lion pareidolia. It did remind me of a drawing in black and white and an artwork.

(Day 062/365)