The woods were perfectly quiet other than the snow crunching beneath my feet and the woodpeckers high up in the trees. The sun shone and there wasn't a hint of breeze. Perfection,
Thursday, February 11, 2021
Perfect Mornings
The woods were perfectly quiet other than the snow crunching beneath my feet and the woodpeckers high up in the trees. The sun shone and there wasn't a hint of breeze. Perfection,
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)