slowing down, feeling the pang of summer's end
I know the feeling. I find the desire to write gets subsumed by the small, delicate flowers that are overlooked by the passengers that go speeding past, by the wonderful sounds of wind in the spruce, by the calls of bird and beast.
Yes... so lovely. 🌱
I know the feeling. I find the desire to write gets subsumed by the small, delicate flowers that are overlooked by the passengers that go speeding past, by the wonderful sounds of wind in the spruce, by the calls of bird and beast.
Yes... so lovely. 🌱