This is the hardest part of winter, the time when the snow isn’t as beautiful as it was when it first fell, and everything is covered in a layer of dirt and soot. I daydream of the smell of barbecue wafting through an open window.
Strange dust
This is the hardest part of winter, the time when the snow isn’t as beautiful as it was when it first fell, and everything is covered in a layer of dirt and soot. I daydream of the smell of barbecue wafting through an open window.