Thea Prum: On a cold November day, I walk alone in the wood.
Thea Prum: Stretching our legs whether you're two legged or four.
Thea Prum: A tranquil reservoir.
Thea Prum: Would you come swim with us matey?
Thea Prum: Welcome to my watery home friend.
Thea Prum: A tranquil swim in the water.
Thea Prum: On a cold November day I will be by your side my love.
Thea Prum: The flapping of wings to shake off life's dull moment.
Thea Prum: The last days of November's sun calls out to me.