Cluj Overpass at Thermal Dusk

I keep returning to the ring-road overpass on the eastern edge of the city — the way the concrete pylons dissolve into haze when the air is warm and heavy. This one was taken just before the amber streetlamps switched on, that narrow window when the sky still holds its own light and the infrastructure looks almost biological, like ribs of something half-built and half-grown. Cluj is always mid-sentence, and I want the image to feel the same way.