4pm, local cookies accepted, small eyes, small sun. The sky through dirty glass, some blue void, and a few planes disappearing in unseen distances and at high altitude. Storm has settled. Still no winter. A brief flash of yearning and wanderlust.
4pm, local cookies accepted, small eyes, small sun. The sky through dirty glass, some blue void, and a few planes disappearing in unseen distances and at high altitude. Storm has settled. Still no winter. A brief flash of yearning and wanderlust.