9am. Trembling in late morning air. White clouds, green fields, and the noise of a busy village at a bearable distance. Breathing a familiar scent: Moss. Wood. Old home, as a small place hidden within trees.
9am. Trembling in late morning air. White clouds, green fields, and the noise of a busy village at a bearable distance. Breathing a familiar scent: Moss. Wood. Old home, as a small place hidden within trees.