Vagabond’s Gaze
The rain falls, invisible, against a gray dawn. The sound of a million droplets ringing against jungle leaves beats in time to a tempo only the divine could follow. Bull frogs call out repeatedly, answered only by…
The rain falls, invisible, against a gray dawn. The sound of a million droplets ringing against jungle leaves beats in time to a tempo only the divine could follow. Bull frogs call out repeatedly, answered only by…