Somewhere past morning yet timeless. Hands on moss, dirty boots, walking and hiking across shoulders of mountains. Breathing the cold. Gazing at the snow up there. Slowly detaching from at least some of the days noise.
Somewhere past morning yet timeless. Hands on moss, dirty boots, walking and hiking across shoulders of mountains. Breathing the cold. Gazing at the snow up there. Slowly detaching from at least some of the days noise.