Category: Writers Block
I thought of you
The cold air waking me
My hand lightly touching the powdery snow
I smiled
Knowing I needed to breathe
To feel the breath of life on my skin
I wanted to dance
To laugh, love
I turned, running up the steps toward the house
Because it would be more beautiful if you were here.
Gorgeous just gorgeous
nice one!
So touching and beautiful! Great work!