The cold finds us early now.  Bites at our noses peeking above the covers, nips at our heels as we flee into the clothes that will protect us through the day.  Warm me now.  Warm me.
Frozen Feathers on Frozen Panes (by TylerKnott)

The cold finds us early now.  Bites at our noses peeking above the covers, nips at our heels as we flee into the clothes that will protect us through the day.  Warm me now.  Warm me.

Frozen Feathers on Frozen Panes (by TylerKnott)