Silvered by fog that both stands still and gives way, a country road winds forward in a scene punctuated only by golden lines that promise direction without demanding destination, serenity of motion without urgency and the quiet joy of going nowhere in particular and loving every slow mile of it.
Silvered by fog that both stands still and gives way, a country road winds forward in a scene punctuated only by golden lines that promise direction without demanding destination, serenity of motion without urgency and the quiet joy of going nowhere in particular and loving every slow mile of it.
