Literature
Winter
Winter.
Your breath mists, your body shakes as the trembling starts to course through your system, setting your muscles to motion.
Baby, won't you
There, shades of blue. Greys, whites, and silver, pressing against the car door as shards of light pierce the windshield. And you wonder how much time has passed again, you wonder...
He is sitting in his car at a scenic overlook, staring at the mountains. Snow litters the windows, sliding down in the morning sun.
Remember when it was rain pressing against the glass, when it was her sitting there next to you
While you tried to breathe warmth into her freezing cold