There's time to reflect, as breath grows louder alongside the pitch of the floor. The hot sun is held at bay, and the cool seems to seep from the old stones. Up they climb, and wonder at the beauty of silence. The space between moments is a gift.
There's time to reflect, as breath grows louder alongside the pitch of the floor. The hot sun is held at bay, and the cool seems to seep from the old stones. Up they climb, and wonder at the beauty of silence. The space between moments is a gift.