:: A wondrous winters day ::

4:30 AM






There is a kind of quietness, a calm if you will, a silence to winters still beauty that one cannot find in any other season. Even when my fingers are far beyond cold, I still linger, I still look, as if I have missed something. I inhale, and I hold on to that breath so as not to disrupt the magical silence that surrounds me of winters show. Do you ever feel this way too?







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