A blissful tuesday morning
It's tuesday morning, 11 o clock.
"Stylo" sounds trough the speakers of my radio.
Sunlight floods my room.
This is a perfect morning.
And not even the cold wind outside can change anything about that.
Because spring is on its way.
Can't you feel it in the air?
"Stylo" sounds trough the speakers of my radio.
Sunlight floods my room.
This is a perfect morning.
And not even the cold wind outside can change anything about that.
Because spring is on its way.
Can't you feel it in the air?