Footsteps were strumming all over the place, occasionally, faces would emerge, synchronizing with the wind, the Sun and the natural progression of life, of pace, of progress. — The good morning song. (Taken with instagram)

Footsteps were strumming all over the place, occasionally, faces would emerge, synchronizing with the wind, the Sun and the natural progression of life, of pace, of progress. — The good morning song. (Taken with instagram)