At the top, the grasses tickled each other in the wind and roosters bawked across the path. At the midway I thought I was traversing Mars. And the last half mile being dense forest cover and the gurgling sound of the river ahead.
the messy thoughts in my head
At the top, the grasses tickled each other in the wind and roosters bawked across the path. At the midway I thought I was traversing Mars. And the last half mile being dense forest cover and the gurgling sound of the river ahead.