December 9, 2006
The Milky Way reaches back to itself, draped across the shoulders of the trees on either end of the sky. Looking out over its past like a proud life. My mouth agape, in awe and utter rapture, I’m caught in the gaze, forever.
December 9, 2006
The Milky Way reaches back to itself, draped across the shoulders of the trees on either end of the sky. Looking out over its past like a proud life. My mouth agape, in awe and utter rapture, I’m caught in the gaze, forever.