And in the darkness the snow glowed like faint light.
The frost tickled the tree line and whispered gusts of sparkling snow,
landing softly at our feet.
This winter will be different.
This winter we’ll be warm.
Writer and photographer from remote Labrador, Canada. Just another cold Labradorian chillin' in the Big Land. Can most likely be found walking my dog Grace or behind an iMac screen slowly taking over the interwebs.