The woods, feel like home. Full of life, enigma and wilderness. The air so fresh that it lights up our raw selves. Exquisite, little creature,fluttering its wings.Swirls around the green bushdarting its way through infinite,gazing with awe.The buzzing sound,calling its name. Whirling in the air,scents of fresh grass and woody vines.Misty path,sombre and vast.The clouds,thickContinue reading “the woods | 15”
rain, a cup of coffee & thoughts.
where penser meets expression 