The snow has filled our world. Everywhere is white, smooth, beautiful. It feathers even the thinnest twigs and bunches its blessing on all the leaves. It sits quietly in the cold, cold air, its reason for coming, its permission to stay.
The snow has filled our world. Everywhere is white, smooth, beautiful. It feathers even the thinnest twigs and bunches its blessing on all the leaves. It sits quietly in the cold, cold air, its reason for coming, its permission to stay.