it has begun. just little tiny baby storms. so weak they struggle to stay formed while raking across the prairie. mix in some sunset and it’s another world.
I can feel the pace of life picking up and marching along with the skies.
it has begun. just little tiny baby storms. so weak they struggle to stay formed while raking across the prairie. mix in some sunset and it’s another world.
I can feel the pace of life picking up and marching along with the skies.