wherever you park, the first thing you notice is the smell of salt prance into your nose. on the eve of christmas, laurence harbor was empty. it was a perfect, lazy calm. even the waves refused to put in the effort to rise up and crash onto the shore. with no one around to put on a show for, they idly rolled in with soothing informality. how long could i stay and watch the tide gently flood in and out? only the changing colors in the sky were evidence to the passing of time.
2 comments:
it still escapes me how anything can be so beautiful.
pretty wallpaper!
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