Yesterday: thirteen vultures circling above us, as we stood on a hilltop overlooking the river, watching the trees turn golden. At our feet, a dead snake with its head crushed.
On the way home, a fox.
Yesterday: thirteen vultures circling above us, as we stood on a hilltop overlooking the river, watching the trees turn golden. At our feet, a dead snake with its head crushed.
On the way home, a fox.