As if a blanket of candy floss surrounded us as we ventured through the cold, dark and blurry morning.
The air is crisp with a sweet scent of the meadows. Peaceful and weightless as the mist floats over the fields of hay.
As if a blanket of candy floss surrounded us as we ventured through the cold, dark and blurry morning.
The air is crisp with a sweet scent of the meadows. Peaceful and weightless as the mist floats over the fields of hay.
