That Winter Light
That winter light with just a little mist in it, the mist that reflects the light everywhere. The air glitters. That pearly newborn morning when winter feels like the start, not the end, and anything is possible.
That winter light with just a little mist in it, the mist that reflects the light everywhere. The air glitters. That pearly newborn morning when winter feels like the start, not the end, and anything is possible.