Golden fields and painted skies. We are so lucky to see such artistry.
The midwestern sun swept over my face this morning, I can always count on its rising glow. I’m grateful for being raised on a rustic farm in the eighties, the 1980’s. No running hot water, only cold. An annoyance back then. My bare feet as a child connected me with nature, each step rooted me to survive in this current unstable time.
By M Fritz3 years ago in Earth