My impatience with the delay of the ice is growing day by day. The winter brings a strange kind of artistry that skirts the edge of frightening and fascinating. I love these months, truly a girl that belongs to the winter. I want the crisp snap of the harsh cold, the clean air rushing too quickly into my lungs. I want to loose myself in that silence that comes when the ground is covered beneath the grip of numbing stillness.
2 comments:
Absolutely beautiful!
I can feel my nose hairs getting frosted.
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