Any Lengths
The noon sun glares down from an azure sky and, even under the canopy of trees, I feel its convective omnipresence in my lungs, in my shoes, in my skull.
Day: March 6, 2015
The noon sun glares down from an azure sky and, even under the canopy of trees, I feel its convective omnipresence in my lungs, in my shoes, in my skull.