There鈥檚 something about the golden light filtering through the trees that makes me think of the warmth of shared laughter. I can鈥檛 help but wonder if someone else feels a little spark when they walk through this season鈥檚 magic. Just a thought that drifts like a lazy cloud on a summer day. Summer Day 2
There鈥檚 something about the golden light filtering through the trees that makes me think of the warmth of shared laughter. 馃尀 I can鈥檛 help but wonder if someone else feels a little spark when they walk through this season鈥檚 magic. Just a thought that drifts like a lazy cloud on a summer day. 鈽侊笍鉁⊿ummer Day 2
