Mornings spoken, the language of birds awaken with the sun. Layered shades of green, dark with new light. The aroma of brewed coffee topped with steamed milk. Dressed in summer fare, I step out into the dawn of day.
Mornings spoken, the language of birds awaken with the sun. Layered shades of green, dark with new light. The aroma of brewed coffee topped with steamed milk. Dressed in summer fare, I step out into the dawn of day.
