5pm and on. Rolling wheels. Turning wheels, on high towers, in the breeze that carresses trees and fields. Forcing focus back, to not get lost in the waves floating across the grass and grains. Hazy afternoons in between concrete and hills.
5pm and on. Rolling wheels. Turning wheels, on high towers, in the breeze that carresses trees and fields. Forcing focus back, to not get lost in the waves floating across the grass and grains. Hazy afternoons in between concrete and hills.