Tag Archives: Cold
Whitewashed roadways, sodium chloride crush, bad for my blood pressure. Every auto is winter white. Veils of fine snow mist dance across the frosted ground, sweeping up into grey white skies and fluttering down to find the space between hat … Continue reading
It’s swirling white on a sepia day and the season is still called autumn. Blustery plumes of flakes fall and winter has not yet come. I’m a displaced green girl just looking for a patch of sun.