Dove calls.
Mist around the trees.
Cool, damp air.
Heavy.
With the scent of pine needles.
Soft underfoot.
Grandad’s hand.
White horse.
…….
This, now.
Life happening.
Always.
Dove calls.
Mist around the trees.
Cool, damp air.
Heavy.
With the scent of pine needles.
Soft underfoot.
Grandad’s hand.
White horse.
…….
This, now.
Life happening.
Always.
