Cold days. Colder nights. Sunlight crashes on the snow. Moonlight muted. We move quickly As we go. White mounds. Salty roads. Spring awaits its time. When it comes, Winter's wonders wash away. A promise to return.
Cold days. Colder nights. Sunlight crashes on the snow. Moonlight muted. We move quickly As we go. White mounds. Salty roads. Spring awaits its time. When it comes, Winter's wonders wash away. A promise to return.
Moretti's Musings 