...Dried flowers. An old but proper room in a simple chalet. A fire in the hearth. Outside, the morning mist veiling the sun while it's rising. Dew. The fresh air coming in through the windows while water is boiling on the fire. Wet spider's webs. Sun diamonds. An old oak.The insects flying above the blond hairy grass. A hare passing. A sparrow chirping. Gold of the morning.



_{...yeah, don't like being in a city for too long >.<}