I need a Holiday
I drive, full speed ahead, straight for the booth. We make it through and bedlam’s behind us. Clear skies from here on out; let’s find my holiday!
I drive, full speed ahead, straight for the booth. We make it through and bedlam’s behind us. Clear skies from here on out; let’s find my holiday!
“Do you ever wonder?” asked the little boy in the ocean blue shorts as his focus shifted from the dock, “Are we meant to live on land?”