Day 2126, undulating fields. Day's pictures, Poetry All the lines flow in empty fields like the mind that goes already to the next trail swaying like on a rhythm ~ fluid strokes and curves are just from your perspective from a distance in these undulating soils ~ being there where your next step goes from where you are you can only see clear just in front of the horizon when you rest and look backShare this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related