Dec 2015
Snow
Sparkling
Unmarked
Until a car drives by…
Air
Cold
Numbing
Until you turn and go inside...
Wind
Whistling
Tearing through the trees
Until the storm ends…
Sparkling
Unmarked
Until a car drives by…
Air
Cold
Numbing
Until you turn and go inside...
Wind
Whistling
Tearing through the trees
Until the storm ends…
What I love about winter and what I hate about winter in the city.
(18/F/US)
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