Somewhere along the morning. Watching the sun wrestle the waning cold. Shadows on old streets, rusty gates, wine growing up old barns. And the birds in the bushes. Still not completely up to any plans.
Somewhere along the morning. Watching the sun wrestle the waning cold. Shadows on old streets, rusty gates, wine growing up old barns. And the birds in the bushes. Still not completely up to any plans.