Autumn leaves beneath my feet
Trees curl up to face the bitter winter
The seagull rushed to reside
The morning dew froze on my skin
Grand Pacific Drive
"An old train powered by steam, hustling through neighbourhoods across seas, forests and rivers. Taking a sip of hot tea, i stare at the horizon. Inhaling, i let my eyes feast on what is ahead..." It is a dream of mine to travel to rural areas where farms are still green, where people smile when rain falls, where children laugh when being chased by puppies, where people love food and most importantly life itself. Peru perhaps?
I have always thought if i were to have only one of the five senses, i will always choose to have sight.
I have always thought if i were to have only one of the five senses, i will always choose to have sight.
It is for moments like these when i am holding my breath letting myself be overwhelmed by it.
Life is beautiful. It is.
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