AN EVE FEBRUARY
As the sun shines on the snow laden branches of the wood, the confectionary icing laden twigs reach towards me like veiny fingers vying for my attention as we prepare for another bout of frozen precipitation on the morrow…
AN EVE FEBRUARY
As the sun shines on the snow laden branches of the wood, the confectionary icing laden twigs reach towards me like veiny fingers vying for my attention as we prepare for another bout of frozen precipitation on the morrow…
