Winter twilight, paints its tale. πŸ‚πŸŒΎπŸŽ‹πŸ‡

Window of my room, opens up the window in my heart. πŸ’›πŸ‘ πŸ’¬βœ¨ Ice cold feet and hands dry, lips chapped and nails brittle, unforgiving nights and biting cold mornings. Despite all the hardships that every species on this planet has to endure during this season called β€œWinter”, (as opposed to it’s harsh characteristics) there … Continue reading Winter twilight, paints its tale. πŸ‚πŸŒΎπŸŽ‹πŸ‡