The storm has cleared and the sun is back, bathing the tree canopy in a rich buttery gold. There’s a nip in the air and the crunch of acorns underfoot.
Golden Dawn
Finding Time to Stand and Stare
A journal.
The storm has cleared and the sun is back, bathing the tree canopy in a rich buttery gold. There’s a nip in the air and the crunch of acorns underfoot.
Finding Time to Stand and Stare 