As it becomes colder, the nights seem longer and the lights shine brighter. She was once named Bleu but during this season she is known as Snow-White.
She would say “boujour, je m’ apelle Bleu.”
Let’s go…
But as we take a few steps, we begin to breathe out steam and our warm blooded fingers turn blue like the ocean.
While the icy air blows through our hair and sends a shocking shock to our exposed numb ears, we then see celestial ice crystals which dangle from a tree.
They look angelic amongst the reflection of the sun’s light.
And the snow becomes a soft blanket for the ground.
But as our dark eyes find their way to each other, I notice a petite snow flake that has found comfort in the safty of your exquisite dark long lashes.
The portrait of this location is extremely magical and then you tell me that this wonderful season occurs once a year. I act as if I never knew it, just to see that amazing smile appear.
As it becomes colder, the nights seem longer and the lights shine brighter.
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