Under The Bridge
Where waters of gold flow, where hearts fill with thrillsand days fade into Aurelian dreams.
Where waters of gold flow, where hearts fill with thrillsand days fade into Aurelian dreams.
I’m soaking up every rummy split second of this singular spectacular season we call summer. Green is what’s on display presently. Dense, luscious, abundant and fleeting already past the peak and onto our transient descent into the next scene where … Continue reading