Travel Journal | Fall in Scotland

Shot taken at Flower of Scotland

 

Do you remember how this first begun?

Teeth were white and our skin was young

Eyes as bright as the Spanish sun

We had nothing we could hide

Now my dear we are two golden leaves

Clinging desperately to winter trees

Held up here like a pair of thieves

While the sirens blare outside

 

♫ Passenger | Golden Leaves ♫

Done