No time for smelling the sun.
Too quick running through the trees.
To notice the breeze. Then:
Stop.
Breath.
Listen.
It only takes one second.
Beauty.
And it is also a continuation of this.
Beauty in the Ordinary
No time for smelling the sun.
Too quick running through the trees.
To notice the breeze. Then:
Stop.
Breath.
Listen.
It only takes one second.
Beauty.