in the morning air
humanity is silent
I hear the birds sing
July is marching past. August approaches quickly. I doubt I’ll be ready, but the universe doesn’t care. Always forward motion, I do my best to prepare.
Facing Forward
in the morning air
humanity is silent
I hear the birds sing
July is marching past. August approaches quickly. I doubt I’ll be ready, but the universe doesn’t care. Always forward motion, I do my best to prepare.