#17 In footsteps
There are days in the mountains that have you hiding behind rocks to get out of the relentless wind. Days when you tug your hood over your face to shield it from blasts of hail. Days when you think: “Where did all this begin?”
There are days in the mountains that have you hiding behind rocks to get out of the relentless wind. Days when you tug your hood over your face to shield it from blasts of hail. Days when you think: “Where did all this begin?”