Sitting feet on the ground, knees bent. Sweating trying to reach the breeze. Tilting the glass allowing drops to collect on my knees. Watching them as they slide down. They seem familiar. I think I’ll let them reach between.
Sitting feet on the ground, knees bent. Sweating trying to reach the breeze. Tilting the glass allowing drops to collect on my knees. Watching them as they slide down. They seem familiar. I think I’ll let them reach between.
