Misty, moody days at the park. It doesn’t happen often in Phoenix. In Boston, probably a bit more often. The shaded paths were a little shadier. And beyond the border of the shade, everything felt a bit unsaturated thanks to the mist that morning.
Misty, moody days at the park. It doesn’t happen often in Phoenix. In Boston, probably a bit more often. The shaded paths were a little shadier. And beyond the border of the shade, everything felt a bit unsaturated thanks to the mist that morning.