Everything is still as I take my first breath - the morning filters through my lungs. Notes of coffee and spruce bows swirl through the air, invisible. Yet, I can feel them lifting me, nudging me to r...
Everything is still as I take my first breath - the morning filters through my lungs. Notes of coffee and spruce bows swirl through the air, invisible. Yet, I can feel them lifting me, nudging me to r...