description of covert

Krystian Walkosz

Covert with the beutifull sun and the warm nights. Beach waves that crash at high speeds. Or waves so tall it feels like your fighting posieden yourself. The grass moist and wet in the morning from the usual cold nights. we sit around a bonfire and talk all day long. The little pieces of fire light and fluffy rise up to the sky. the warm mornings with the great smell of green from trees and flowers.