It beautifully engulfed winter days....the morning wakes up wearily, streching its arms and brushing away the sordid sun like a lock of hair over its temple. Chilling fingers carress the soft red cheeks and send a shrill down the spine. The clock moves lazily for the day hath come but sleepy souls resist its march. A smoking coffee stands tall admist the pile of books, welcoming the passerby. frills of smoke rise a while before losing themselves to the cold air.
the pink lips part and gently say thy name of love...
love the warmth that made the chill dissappear and spread its arms into a big bear hug