16 March 2013
I wondered off I found myself on a small hill I could see the harbor So beautiful in the winter I kept going Closer and closer Soon enough I was standing On the frozen lake I took a picture To remember the first time I saw its beauty Snow flakes started falling In my direction It's getting late I turned around Cautious on the ice Then ran back
When I returned to my things At the spot I had first settled in to I picked up his sweatshirt And held it tight I felt safe.
It's starting to snow. I'm going home.
Friday, March 15, 2013 5:46PM
Opuss № I