Days
run long when the light hangs across the horizon, and I like that! In the same
way I like the Oceans roar, and the course burn of wind whipped sand across my
face.
And yet, isn't that why we put it in? Why we work past close. Why we choose the friends we call family? Days run long, and as they end, tired feels good again.
And yet, isn't that why we put it in? Why we work past close. Why we choose the friends we call family? Days run long, and as they end, tired feels good again.
