14 November 2012
I can tell it's Winter.
I step on the path and it's like a slide. The ice is something not to be encountered with.
I look at a tree, its shoulders layered with snow.
Winter • Opuss № I
14 November 2012
I can tell it's Winter.
I step on the path and it's like a slide. The ice is something not to be encountered with.
I look at a tree, its shoulders layered with snow.
Winter • Opuss № I