This is love – quiet and serene.
october 22 – my birthday ❤
let me kiss your lips beneath the warm sunlight.
warm air and cold raindrops – a grey paradox i love.
with you, i think i could like summer.
the winter breeze waftsthrough the pine needles scatteredover the forest floorin gently woven pilesadorning the rocky groundin front of a grey stone stepsleading to the wooden planks arrangedside-by-side – a portal to the warm beyond.
mountains capped with snowcup of hot chocolate in hands,warm glow from the fire