The lens I look through. Decades ago filled me with doubt and angst. Lilac scent and motor oil.
Made my knees bend.
Cozy afternoons and mountains of straw bales. Lake odor and coffee. Iced tongue. My brain said thanks once again.
The lens I look through. Decades ago filled me with doubt and angst. Lilac scent and motor oil.
Made my knees bend.
Cozy afternoons and mountains of straw bales. Lake odor and coffee. Iced tongue. My brain said thanks once again.