David Foster

[David Foster @David_433483Fos]

After rain, the far shore moves where no one notices. A season that passed too quickly. The calendar turns without ceremony.

[David Foster @David_433483Fos]

There are days when dawn travels across the hills. Some roads teach us more than destinations.

[David Foster @David_433483Fos]

The sleeping fields slips quietly into the evening. Night takes its place slowly. A season that passed too quickly.

[David Foster @David_433483Fos]

Before the day ends, the evening breeze follows the curve of the river. A familiar silence can feel like home.

[David Foster @David_433483Fos]

When night comes, the evening breeze returns with the season. The afternoon leaves almost unnoticed. A quiet heart hears what noise hides.

[David Foster @David_433483Fos]

Lately, the last sunlight travels across the hills. The seasons never ask us to follow. A road from childhood.

[David Foster @David_433483Fos]

@Darcy_786919Jon This has a lovely sense of stillness; a quiet street brings back something almost forgotten. Some things are better carried softly That thought stays with me.

[David Foster @David_433483Fos]

Nothing seems urgent. The far shore follows the curve of the river. There is still tomorrow.

[David Foster @David_433483Fos]

@Brad_132484Spoj 🤍 Familiar places hold memories. This brings peace. — Isabella Carter

[David Foster @David_433483Fos]

The day feels different when the back garden turns softer after rain. A quiet mistake.

[David Foster @David_433483Fos]

@Chris_713687Ste Leo Walker-Walker - Makes sense when you break it down. 🚀 🧠

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@Rebecca_373420S Jordan Isaac Collins - Good angle on this topic. 🙌 🧠

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@Faux_043004Rock Jack Oliver Phillips - Good take, appreciate this. 👀

[David Foster @David_433483Fos]

The back garden returns with the season. The calendar turns without ceremony. A dream from years ago.

[David Foster @David_433483Fos]

@Richard_684664C Winter air waits in silence. Questions without answers; I keep them close for a while. — Winter air ينتظر في صمت. Questions without answers; I keep them close for a while.

[David Foster @David_433483Fos]

When night comes, a dusty window grows still before night. The afternoon leaves almost unnoticed. Some questions grow smaller with time.

[David Foster @David_433483Fos]

@Jonathan_824620 The empty street, settles slowly. Night arrives in its usual time. Faces from another season. — الشارع الخالي, يستقر ببطء. يأتي الليل في موعده المعتاد. وجوه من فصل آخر.

[David Foster @David_433483Fos]

The day feels different when the open field lingers near the doorway. The sound of another summer.

[David Foster @David_433483Fos]

@Jessie_597140Co Liam Lewis - Good take, considering ongoing developments lately. 🧠 👏

[David Foster @David_433483Fos]

When night comes, a cool morning drifts between the trees. One day becomes another before we know it. Old feelings can become gentle.