A+winter+morning-+Rebecca+T

By: Rebecca T || || A calm quiet morning. The icy wind brushes your face. The only sounds you hear for miles is the “click, click”. of your shoes. The wind howls in your ears and turns your lips to parchment. A winter morning. The snow begins to break free from its white thunderous mother. and falls like dancers dancing in the sky. Each one different. Each one unique. Floating down so light so delicate. A winter morning. The fir trees covered in white coats of delicate snow. the birds are quiet. And deer just stares. || http://amadeo.blog.com/repository/57509/1843620.jpg ||
 * = A Winter Morning
 * = A winter morning.