9am and on. Lazy in the morning, twinkling in the sun. Still there is ice on the roofs and the street hesitates to wake up. Wide skies. Grounded souls. A slow mind.
9am and on. Lazy in the morning, twinkling in the sun. Still there is ice on the roofs and the street hesitates to wake up. Wide skies. Grounded souls. A slow mind.