summer come | julian's.
Aug 16, 2021 0:38:38 GMT -5
Post by napoleon, d2m ₊⊹ 🐁 ɢʀɪғғɪɴ. on Aug 16, 2021 0:38:38 GMT -5
He was dreaming again. Dreaming of summer. Sunlight buttered an endless field of grass, and the air shimmered from its glow. He could smell the pollen in the air and see the deep green of the grass. He was in the prairies at sunrise, and somewhere he could hear the lions roaring.(1)
That was how he knew he was home.
(1) inspired by Leigh Bardugo.
