There’s a warm orange in the sky. The sunflowers bow under the weight of their mammoth seed heads. The humid air clings, almost choking.
Shadow lounges on an old bench, warmed by the sun earlier. The mosaic top makes it a natural heating pad.
There’s a warm orange in the sky. The sunflowers bow under the weight of their mammoth seed heads. The humid air clings, almost choking.
Shadow lounges on an old bench, warmed by the sun earlier. The mosaic top makes it a natural heating pad.