When I was young, I would grab a book from my father's stash. Disappear into the forest, find a rock outcrop and lie ontop while reading. No noise, no shouting. Just rustling of tree leaves, bird melodies and nature. #memories
When I was young, I would grab a book from my father's stash. Disappear into the forest, find a rock outcrop and lie ontop while reading. No noise, no shouting. Just rustling of tree leaves, bird melodies and nature. #memories