I am sitting writing this from the comfort of the inside, the warmth of a sunny day mocking me through the window. There is a slight haze gently brushing the leaves and somewhere a willow tree is shedding their catkin fur, gifting a suspended snow into the breeze. My eyes…
I am sitting writing this from the comfort of the inside, the warmth of a sunny day mocking me through the window. There is a slight haze gently brushing the leaves and somewhere a willow tree is shedding their catkin fur, gifting a suspended snow into the breeze. My eyes…
I am sitting writing this from the comfort of the inside, the warmth of a sunny day mocking me through the window. There is a slight haze gently brushing the leaves and somewhere a willow tree is shedding their catkin fur, gifting a suspended snow into the breeze. My eyes…
