Jul 2015
The sun beating down on my face,
The gentle, warm breeze.
The smell of green plant life,
the stench of fresh mulch.
The cooling drizzle of summer rain,
the essence of wet concrete.
This is what I missed.
The gentle, warm breeze.
The smell of green plant life,
the stench of fresh mulch.
The cooling drizzle of summer rain,
the essence of wet concrete.
This is what I missed.
I've started exercising by walking around my town. I had forgotten how much I loved being outside.
Written by
Zach Hanlon
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