Winter is the time for concentration. Howling storms; meditation. Seafoam air calls me from the ocean. Just a flavor of ion. Woods are not silent. Roots drink, insects crawl. Worlds stir. And traffic muffles.
Winter is the time for concentration. Howling storms; meditation. Seafoam air calls me from the ocean. Just a flavor of ion. Woods are not silent. Roots drink, insects crawl. Worlds stir. And traffic muffles.