Ferðasamantektarmyndband

We chased the sunrise down an open road, Shared warm coffee while the cool wind blew. By the lake, we skipped three shining stones, And found a red leaf tucked inside your shoe. Oh, what a day beneath the wide blue sky, Small roads, sweet laughs, and clouds drifting by. Wherever we wander, near or far, Home is the trip when you're where we are.