Some days, when the clouds roll in over the sea, blotting out all but a glimpse of the sun, winter smiles in his darkness.
And sometimes winter is visible as the skeleton of a tree, set against the flat gray of the sky.
Some days, when the clouds roll in over the sea, blotting out all but a glimpse of the sun, winter smiles in his darkness.
And sometimes winter is visible as the skeleton of a tree, set against the flat gray of the sky.
Beautiful.