A Seagull Sees Me Writing
Rush, ruffling wind.
Tag: harbourside
Another Moment Here ‘N Then
The breeze feels like an echo of a cold too cold to bear, as the gull glides on its currents and the waves of winter light.
The breeze feels like an echo of a cold too cold to bear, as the gull glides on its currents and the waves of winter light.
