beautiful, the sky is straight glowing. all of we, city folk, have no claim to mornings like this. my ancestors, perhaps, stared up at rose colored dawns in awe... but i live a concrete jungle. streetlights inform my horizon. i, honestly, long for wind so violent; for a morning so colorful. no chance. not here.
i'm a nurse. i work in a plastic sterility that feels almost caustic. i want sweat and skies and dirt between my fingers. seriously, i NEED morning like this.
it's perfect!!!!!!love it! thank u for showing this!
httplgxcom 2 years ago
beautiful, the sky is straight glowing. all of we, city folk, have no claim to mornings like this. my ancestors, perhaps, stared up at rose colored dawns in awe... but i live a concrete jungle. streetlights inform my horizon. i, honestly, long for wind so violent; for a morning so colorful. no chance. not here.
i'm a nurse. i work in a plastic sterility that feels almost caustic. i want sweat and skies and dirt between my fingers. seriously, i NEED morning like this.
manksmith 2 years ago