A road of wind that turns is bathed in the soft colorm of dawn and flows into a tranquil area. Autumn's tranquility offers an open-armed embrace, allowing the roadway to develop an inviting curve that is pinkish-framed by the leaves’ vibrant canopy.
Every swerve is reflected in a new form of viewing as the eye is either turned away from the distant horizons. The waves of light and shade on the road road sway as striking a metre as they form a narrative of the trips and dreams which still have to be explored.
In this one diary entry, the road now means something completely different, infused with the splendor of where it leads.
Ps taken ny me