What do I think about the weather? We’ll—when the wind builds a nest in my hair, when I swim in choppy waters or when I hike towards the sun, the world feels like the kindest, most caressing poem imaginable. 🖤
What do I think about the weather? We’ll—when the wind builds a nest in my hair, when I swim in choppy waters or when I hike towards the sun, the world feels like the kindest, most caressing poem imaginable. 🖤