Grasslands in the Late Afternoon
I grew up in not far from here, and I love these sorts of open meadows with oaks peppered across them like good seasoning. I love the smell of grasslands in the morning, when there’s moisture on the blades, and I love their sound- the soft waves in the wind, rolling uphill. I loved to lay down in the grass, and let the open grassy horizon wrap around me.
I grew up in not far from here, and I love these sorts of open meadows with oaks peppered across them like good seasoning. I love the smell of grasslands in the morning, when there’s moisture on the blades, and I love their sound- the soft waves in the wind, rolling uphill. I loved to lay down in the grass, and let the open grassy horizon wrap around me.
I grew up in not far from here, and I love these sorts of open meadows with oaks peppered across them like good seasoning. I love the smell of grasslands in the morning, when there’s moisture on the blades, and I love their sound- the soft waves in the wind, rolling uphill. I loved to lay down in the grass, and let the open grassy horizon wrap around me.