When
I walked outside and looked up. Snowflakes fell gently onto my face. I was impervious to the bitter cold air. I didn't even shiver. It was then that I began to see winter as a sort of emotional shield.
I walked outside and looked up. Snowflakes fell gently onto my face. It was then that I began to see winter as a sort of emotional shield. I didn't even shiver. I was impervious to the bitter cold air.