A thick fog laid low like a carpet of blur, hanging as if unsure of its next move. One’s eyes squint to focus through the trees raised hands. Vision blurred from the atmospheric bloom. Warm embers of a fire half started, yet to ignite into warmth as it dried the misty melancholy of the new day.
Good morning! Just to let you know, we have started recording. It is going well and I look forward to continuing these great new creations! I hope your week goes very well for you:-) Anticipating some wonderful tunes ahead! Have a beautiful day! for now, Rachel 🙂